The Winglies of Hellena
Chapter One: Reawakening
Disclaimer: You know the Characters from LoD aren't mine, but all the others are. No stealy. .
A/N - I've finally done it! I've finally kicked my butt into gear and figured out how to edit this thing! Each of the chapters have been fixed now! YAAAYYY! PLEASE REVIEW!
Lloyd awoke gazing up at the star-filled sky, pain screaming from every part in his body, but more centered around his chest. His crimson eyes were glazed with pain, dried blood staining his black and silver leather vest. From the cold, sticky, wet feeling on his back, head, and legs, he was laying in a puddle of his own blood.
Am I alive? He thought to himself weakly. Experimentally he lifted his right hand and looked at the bloodstained digits, flexing them slowly and stiffly. I must be... I didn't think the dead would be able to feel pain. But I wonder for how much longer?
He knew from the amount of blood over his body that he had lost a lot. He felt dizzy and light-headed, no surprise there. Moving his arms around to place his palms against the sticky, blood-caked stone beneath him, he carefully moved into a sitting position, and looked over his body. Dimly he was aware that his body was trembling, and the gaping wound in his chest made his stomach catch in his throat. The wound was supposed to be fatal, but here he was, very much alive. What in the name of Soa is going on?
Lloyd slowly climbed to his feet, wobbling unsteadily, and examined his surroundings. He seemed to be in a desert of sorts, but there was rubble everywhere. Chunks of dirt and stone jutted up from the ground, broken plant fragments scattered here and there. He could sense the Dragon Buster, his flaming sword, somewhere to the northeast. Well, it was a start. He would feel much better with his beloved sword back in his hand.
Making his way carefully, his left hand was placed against his chest as the movement started the blood flowing again. He kept a constant eye out on his surroundings, lest he miss something important. It took a while, but he finally neared the location of the Dragon Buster, the energy drawing him like a moth to flame. Stepping around a large stone slab, he stopped dead upon seeing two bodies lying on the ground. One was clearly a woman in bluish black armor and raven black hair, the other a man with short blonde hair dressed in red garb. Rose and Zieg, he guessed... It was hard to tell by the remains, but who else would it be? And there, near Rose's hand, was the intricate hilt of his sword.
He slid his hand into the hilt, the power inside of the Dragon Buster instantly recognizing its former owner. The blade flared to life, emerging from the hilt to extend several feet out in front of him. The mere presence of the weapon comforted him. Looking back down upon the lifeless bodies of Rose and Zieg, he noticed two small orbs glittering beside them: one black, the other red. The Dragoon Spirits.
No longer having the Divine Dragoon Spirit - Dart probably still had it - he picked up the orbs and examined them. Neither of them lit up in his presence, nor did he expect them to. They only lit up when meeting other Dragoon spirits or those they considered worthy. In any case, he might need to draw on their power eventually. With a silent apology to the two on the ground, he slid the Dragoon spirits within his pocket. It was a pity none of them was the Silver-White Dragoon spirit. The healing orb would be of great use right now.
Knowing he needed to get some medical attention soon, Lloyd began making his way to the east, where he sensed the nearest city would be. It would definitely be a long and tiring walk.