This is my first story on this site. I loved the Legend of Dragoon to death ever since I first played the game with my sister when I was small. I felt as though the tale should be continued further and to this day I hope for a true sequal to this beloved game. Enjoy the story and make sure to give me an honest review. There is always room for improvement. :)

Prolouge

I stood alone in a lush moonlit meadow that extended as far as I could see. I gazed up and saw the stars shining clearly in the night sky. The cool autumn breeze swept across my cheek as it floated by.

I felt at peace here, without a care in the world. I wanted to stay here forever, even if I didn't know how I got here or why I was meant to be here. I looked away from the starry sky to take in my beautiful surroundings for a second, just to make sure I was still in this peaceful meadow.

I looked up again, but what I saw was far different from what I had seen before.

There was no longer a single moon perched above, but two.

One was the familiar one that I had grown to know, but the other was closer, bigger, and much more threatening than the other. Suddenly, the feeling of peace and calm within me quickly left and was replaced with an overwhelming fear.

I looked down towards the meadow, but instead of seeing the meadow, I was greeted by a colossal shadow. I tried to run, but it felt as if my feet were weighed down with lead. Before I could react, I felt my body being slammed into the ground by the shadow. Its claws were boring into my chest, creating an unimaginable pain. I felt my life slowly slipping away as I closed my eyes and let the darkness embrace me. The whole world had turned black when I heard a voice sounding in my head. It spoke softly:

"Wake up… you have to wake up…"

"Wake up! Kid, you've got to wake up!"

My eyes snapped back open and my senses exploded as a new world came into focus. The immense pain that was shooting through my body was the first thing I noticed. Then I realized I was facedown in the dirt. I managed to bring my body up to a kneeling position, but the pain prevented any further movement. I was able to look up enough to see myself in an arena with spectators cheering as I brought myself up.

As my vision centered itself in front of me again, I suddenly remembered everything.

The giant beast stood on all fours, snarling and drooling. Its white fur was tattered and bloodied from various cuts and scrapes. I frantically searched for my blade around me as the beast inched its way towards me. I found my sword in the dirt and used it as support to raise my broken body. Assuming the one handed sword stance I had become known for, the crowd went wild and began to cheer louder. The beast stared straight into my eyes with bestial intensity, and I returned the gesture. We stood there for a moment, sizing each other up, waiting for the other to make the first move. I faked out my foe by flinching, and the beast gullibly took the bait.

Like a bolt of lightning, it shot forwards towards me, but I rolled off to the side with finesse. The poor animal slammed against the arena wall and retracted, shaking off the blow. I began to run towards the beast, a power surging within me that made me forget the pain for an instant.

The beast turned its head towards me and opened its mouth to let out a mighty roar before I thrust my blade into its gaping maw. The monster let out a cry of pain and threw me against the wall with my weapon still lodged in its throat. I landed in the dirt once more, but I was able to jump back to my feet with my surge of strength and saw as the beast gave one last roar before it fell to the ground, lifeless. The crowd went absolutely crazy.

"Amazing! Simply amazing! Ladies and gentlemen, Crimson Viepel has conquered his foe once more! Let's hear it for the greatest gladiator in all of Nissel!" I could hear the announcer say into his megaphone.

I managed to give the crowd a weak smile and a wave as I retrieved my sword and inched my way back to the arena gates. I was greeted by my manager, Vin, who ran up to me and supported me as I limped back to the changing room.

"Good work, kid! Another victory in the bag," Vin said as he held me up. "It's a shame you got to leave us." The old man saw me as a son and was devastated when I said I was leaving to Endiness in a few days.

"Don't worry. I'll be back once the tournament in Endiness is done," I said in my most comforting voice. It wasn't the best since I was barely even able to speak.

"Yeah, well I just don't want something bad happening to you, Zeig," Vin said as we approached the changing room.

The old man led me over to a bench and set me down. He reached into his pocket and drew out a bulging pouch. Vin handed the jingling bag to me and gave me smile as he walked out of the room. I set the pouch down and painfully removed the uncomfortable red armor and set it down by the bench. I reached out to the cubby hole in front of me and took out my beloved red jacket. Custom outfitted with a layer of chainmail in the inside, it had saved my life on numerous occasions out during my adventures. It had always proved to be an indispensable tool, but now it seemed like an unwelcome burden. I carefully put it on, being sure not to make any sudden moves to hurt myself more. Once that was done, I put on the rest of my normal clothes and attached my sword to my belt. I remembered to take the bag full of money or else my pain would be for nothing. I limped out of the dull room into the streets of Karas.

Night had fallen, and the only people on the silent streets were beggars and those who were returning home from the fight. I limped towards the clinic, thinking happily of the healing rays that would relieve the pain in my body. I looked up into the night sky and saw the familiar moon floating alone.

I hope it stays that way I thought as I pushed open the doors to the clinic.