Title: Golden sword guardians: Passing the mercury torch.
Author: Zachary . techman
Summary: in the throes of death, Larten has 1 last thing to do, but will he be able to accomplish it? And who is his successor?
*Good morning folks, and welcome to yet another guardian cannon 1shot that might or might not stick. In this one, Larten dies, and a new vampire must take the mercury torch that is his legacy, as it were. Warning, character death, possible guardian cannon.
Enjoy.
As he stood back to back with his team, Galactis fired a giant beam from his eyes. There was only 1 person whom could intercept it, but he was slumped against the wall, unconscious from being thrown by the entity. No time to think, he flit into the way of the beam, taking the entire blast, at the same time, a hole was burned through his chest, and beyond. He grinded his teeth together in pain, feebly raising his sword to deflect the next blast. He was at the last of his strength as he fell to the ground, his spirit leaving his body.
A figure landed in front of galactis, lifting him, before throwing him into the vacuum of space. He had deep brown eyes, dark brown hair, and a pale complexion, he didn't know who it was, but something told him they were destined to meet, call it fate, but that's the way it was. The man looked at the orange haired vampire, taking everything in. "It saddens me that we meet in these circumstances," he said. "It is not how I wanted to go either," the general agreed. "Name's Angel," he said. "Larten Crepsley," said the vampire. Angel and him shook. Larten studied the other man for a second, before nodding his head. "Angel, I have not got much time." The man nodded, no, I suppose you don't. He pulled out his neo-vari. "Take this weapon, it has served me threw out the years, it will serve you just as well, if not better. Angel took the weapon from the vampire, before sheathing it. "Let me see your hand," the vampire said. "Why? Then he saw the mark of the golden sword, as it left the vampire's hand, and appeared on his own. Blood was pooling around the ginger haired general. "Tell Zero, I am sorry. His breaths were growing shorter as he began to cough. Tell them… he never got to finish that message.
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When the rest of Larten's allies awoke, they were sad, but also a bit wistful. "He was a legend in his own time, it is a shame his end came, but his death will not be forgotten," said a little creature in a knights helm. The android and karate marshal artist both agreed with that sentiment. A person with a blue skull mask did the deaths touch sign, a boy with a key like weapon saying the words even in death, may you be triumphant. Angel looked at the five. "So where will you go from here?" The key wielding teenager looked at him. "With you, of course." The android with the saber nodded, our place was with Larten in the beginning, it seems now you guide our fate." He didn't want to lead these people blindly, but they put their hope in him, and who was he to let their leader down? He had passed the mercury colored torch, and it was only right he take it, consequences be damned. He closed his eyes, sending a silent promise to whatever heaven awaited Larten. "No matter what happens, come hell or high water, your sacrifice won't be left unchecked. As long as my blood boils, your legend will live on. He took his leave, wondering off with the others into whatever lied beyond, as a gentle wind carted through his brown hair, a whisper being carried on it. "I know you will."
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*Fini.
