[A.N.] Hey guys I have returned with a new fic. Obviously, by the description, this is a Legend of Dragoon fic that is essentially a narrative of the epic video game. I won't be following everything exactly to the letter and there will be characters pairing and what not that are of my own doing.

I have always been a huge of The Legend of Dragoon and have played the game several times over, so I hope that I can do justice in writing out this game as a story.

This story will contain sexual themes, drug references and language. For lemon's I will mark the beginning and the end as a warning for those who would rather skip those scenes. I have given this a heavy rating of T and the pairings will be as such - DartxRose, LavitzxShana, AlbertxEmille. At least those are the major one's. Yes I realize that Shana is the primary love interest of Dart, but Rose does have feeling for Dart, even if those feelings are there because Dart reminds her of Zeig. I just really like Rose as a love interest for Dart and am a little annoyed by Shana (mostly because her attacks suck since she is using a bow and has no additions), but I digress.

Okay I hope you all enjoy the first chapter, which will include a minor prologue in the beginning and will also include a few, large, timeline jumps.

Enjoy!

The Chains of Fate

Chapter One: Prologue/Night Raid

[Eons Ago…]

In the land of Endiness, a vast and barren landscape stretched out into every distance across the land. Not a bird nor a tree were in sight. The ground was dry, hard and cracking. It was thirsting for water - for life.

Then, everything went dark, and a single orb of light descended from the sky. The sight filled the land with a bright and warm glow that bound everything together. As the light continued to descend, it finally reached the ground. It entered one of the cracks and then the light went out, returning the land back to its original state.

But then suddenly large storm clouds began to rise and sweep across the sky. Thunderous roars echoed and slowly tiny rain drops began to fall, until the entire land was drenched in a torrent of rain and wind, and from the crack where the orb of light had descended, a small plant had emerged that soon grew into a magnificent tree, a tree that bore 108 fruits...

[Many Thousands of Years Later…]

"Brother, brother please listen to me!" A woman yelled as she trailed behind a tall, bald man with a dark face. His eyes glowed blue and he was dressed in a strange yet elegant garb that had two thin back guards that curled up from the sides of his shoulders.

"No more will these wretched humans live. They, along with the dragons, don't deserve to live!" He yelled angrily as he stormed through the tower.

"If you continue with this Emperor Diaz and his Dragoons will fight back!" The woman cried. "Please, brother - "

"I am sorry, Charle." The man said as he stopped and looked into his sisters eyes. "But this is the way it must be - I have kept the embryo this long, and it's powers have been truly beneficial. But, I am afraid I will need more…" He said, giving his sister an ominous look.

"No...you can't…Melbu..." She whispered.

"I can, and I will." Melbu said as he narrowed his eyes. He flung his cape aside and left his sister to herself.

She watched as her brother, Melbu Frahma, the Dictator of the WIngly Race - the 107 species that came from the Divine Tree - left to unleash the power she had worked so hard to seal.

Suddenly the sound of a horn blaring erupted across the area, and Melbu stopped just before he could reach the door on the end of the corridor. The horn blew again and then another Wingly appeared outside of the tower by the window where Melbu was standing. The man was clad in heavy armor and carried in his hand a long spear with a curved end. "My Lord." The man began. "Emperor Diaz and his army have arrived." He said to his leader.

"I see…" Melbu said as he stepped closer to the window and looked outside across his land. He could just make out the large army of disgusting humans that stood just beyond his borders. Above the army were seven warriors in extravagant armor flying towards the keep. "Lord Faust, let's not keep out guests waiting. It's time to end the human race, if any should live they will be enslaved." He said darkly. "Prepare for battle." He ordered, and his second in command flew off to get ready.

The two armies, Wingly and Humans, clashed together in the bloodiest battle for a very long time. The Dragoons held their own, however many suffered unimaginable wounds, eventually dying from them. One Dragoon, however would not fall until he say his task through to the end.

"Melbu Frahma!" The red armored Dragoon yelled as he dove towards the Wingly. The dictator had only just entered the climactic battle in which large and grotesque monsters attacked the Dragons summons by the Dragoon warriors.

"Zeig…" Melbu muttered darkly under his breath as he prepared to fight the Dragoon.

Zeig rammed his body into Melbu and the two went tumbling downwards. The city was not crumbling into destruction as both sides suffered extensive casualties. Large chunks of stone and rock began to float around them as the clash from Wingly and Dragon magic collided. "You won't get away with this!" Zeig yelled as he swung his sword.

Melbu parried the blow and thrust his sword at Zeig with incredible speed. Zeig spun around in the air with impressive grace and tried to slice Melbu across the side, but the Wingly was too quick as he flipped up and used his wings to steady himself before attempting to drive his sword through Zeig's throat.

Zeig quickly dodged the attack, his own Dragoon wings twirling around him, as Melbu dove down past him. Zeig followed him as he slashed his sword over and over until Zeig was finally able to throw Melbu off balance. In a flash Zeig seized the opportunity and drove his sword through Melbu's chest, hitting his heart.

"Argghh!" Melbu cried. A strange light began to glow from where Zeig had struck him.

"How dare you!" He yelled as he thrust his palm over the glowing red stone in the center of Zeig's armor. He began to speak in a strange tongue and suddenly Zeig began to scream in pain.

One of the remaining Dragoons, a young woman dressed in a dark purple armor with striking black hair noticed what was happening and rushed over. "Zeig!" She yelled, trying to save him.

Zeigg cried in pain as his body slowly began to turn to stone. "Argh, NO!" He cried "S-stay b-back! He yelled to his friend and fellow Dragoon.

"You will suffer a thousands years for this!" Melbu cursed furiously before the light from his eyes vanished.

With one last effort, Zeig withdrew his blade from Melbu's body and watched as the Wingly Dictator fell to his death. Zeig groaned as he felt a strange pain where Melbu had touched him - where the red orb rested, and he soon collapsed onto a large chunk of stone that floated by.

"Zeig!" The woman yelled as she neared him, but then suddenly she gasped as she saw Zeig's body begin to turn to stone right before her very eyes.

"No!" Zeig yelled. "Go, get out of here!" Zeig cried. "The sacrifice had to be made..." He whispered.

"No I won't leave you!" The woman yelled as she neared him. She extended her arm out to him, trying to grab the fingers of his right hand.

By now over half of Zeig's body had become stone. "S-save...yourself…" He barely managed to say before the rest of his body turned to stone.

"Zeig!" The woman cried as tears streamed down her face. She tried to pull his body of the floating stone, but as she did rock began to break and crumble, and soon she was forced to watch as Zeig, the love of her life, followed Melbu Frahma into the dark abyss below. "Zei-g!"

[10,000 Years Later]

[Serdio] - [Seles]

[Shana]

A young girl was standing out in a large, grassy field that was just outside a small village. There was a long wooden fence that wrapped around the top of the grassy field, where a hill lay, which started the beginning of the secluded town. The girl had light brown, shoulder length hair and vibrant hazel eyes. She looked out into the outlying land, into the unknown, where the true heart of Serdio lay.

The girls name was Shana, and today was here eighteenth birthday. She was the adopted daughter of the Mayor of Seles and never knew who her real parents were, as they died shortly after arriving to the village. Despite the sadness Shana felt, was strong and was raised to live a peaceful life.

"Dart... " Shana whispered as she clutched her hands together and up to her chest.

Dart was Shana's childhood friend and also the closest person she had to a brother, and him to a sister. But Shana didn't always know Dart. He had come to Seles when he was about eight and also had no parents. Dart was always so much stronger than she was, and that made it easier for her to lean on him when she was sad. He was always there for him, he was her rock. But, on his eighteenth birthday, Dart left Seles to do something important, something he could not share with her.

It made Shana sad to know that there was something in Dart's life that she did not know about. The villagers would whisper about it sometimes, and try to discuss it when they thought she was not looking, but Dart had taught her a little bit of tracking and hiding. All she could find out was that Dart went to search for something...for someone.

"Sha-na!" Someone yelled suddenly, interrupting her thoughts . "Shana, are you there?" The voice asked again. It sounded like an elderly man.

Shana turned around towards the direction of the voice and then walked towards the fence. Looking over the hill, Shana could see a man near the bottom, waving his hands at her. It was Plos, a local villager and a good friend of both Dart and Shana.

"Coming!" She yelled before hopping the fence and running down the hill towards Plos.

"Shana, what were you doing up there?" Plos asked as Shana neared him.

Shana looked mildly embarrassed and also a little worried. "I was waiting for Dart…" She said, looking at the ground. "It's been five years Plos, do you ever think Dart will return?" She asked, looking up at him anxiously.

Plos sighed and began to walk back to the village. "You know Shana," He began as she followed him. "Ever since I have known Dart - when you two of you were little, I mean, I have always known him to be loyal to his friends and family." He said, giving Shana a smile. "We are his family." Plos stated adamantly. "Even if he did return to his original home for answers...he'll return." Plos finally said with a nod. "I can feel it in my heart. Besides," He said, giving Shana a funny look. "Dart would never leave his little sister alone forever." Plos said with a chuckle.

The two entered Seles through the main gate after returning to the dirt road. "Baby sister…" Shana thought as she walked towards her home. Many of the villagers greeted her with smiles and kind gestures, and Shana greeted them all with equal kindness, however Dart continued to weigh on her mind, as did the question of whether Dart still thought of her as a sister or...or as something...more…

The village bell suddenly rang, indicating that sun down had arrived. Shana looked over at the landscape now bathed in orange light, hoping to see Dart just on the horizon.

"Don't worry, Shana." Plos said from across the village road. "Dart will be back before you can say the Serdian War is over!

Shana chuckled. "That will take forever!" She yelled back.

"But it has a definitive end, which is better than not knowing if he will return at all." Plos countered.

A valid point, but not one Shana thought she could handle. The Serdian War is a brutal war that broke the country in half - one the north stood the Kingdom of Basil, ruled by King Albert who many believe to be a just leader and ruler. On the other side stands the Black Castle in the city of Kazas. There, the fierce and cruel ruler, Emperor Doel, resides.

Shana was not very knowledgeable in the ways of politics and did not really understand what exactly was going in, but she knew it was terrible and also felt that King Albert was a good king. Emperor Doel was ruthless and had many killed for power-hungry reasons, and that was something Shana could not stand for. As the sun slowly dipped below the hills, the orange lit fields suddenly began to grow dark. Shana yawned and looked back at her home. She could see a light on inside the house and assumed her father was still awake.

Deciding to join him, Shana entered her home and greeted her father before washing for dinner and preparing for bed.

Shana awoke to a start as she heard loud screams coming from close by. She kicked off her blankets and picked up two stones. Hitting them together and causing a spark, Shana managed to light the candle on the table beside her bed. She exited her room as more screams could be heard. "What could possibly be going on?" She wondered as she traveled towards the stairs.

Shana stopped at the top of the landing and looked down to see her father walking towards the door. Suddenly a knock came and her father went to open the door.

"No!" Shana cried, but it was too late. The door burst open and she watched in horror as her father was struck down by a man clad in bronze armor. His short sword cut through her father's chest, spilling blood across the nearby wall and lower portion of the stairs. "Father!" Shana cried.

The soldier looked up at Shana and raised his sword. "After her!" Suddenly two more soldiers appeared and ran over her father's body, traveling up the stairs. Shana tried to turn and run back towards her room, but the soldiers were faster. They grabbed her and pulled her back down the stairs. Shana tried to claw her way back up, but she couldn't get a good grip. She even tried fighting them off, kicking her her legs out hard and almost hitting one of the soldiers in the face.

"Feisty little bitch, aren't ya!?" The soldier yelled as he dodged the blow. He pulled out a knife suddenly and prepared to stab her when the soldier standing by the door yelled at him.

"Stop! Our order were to take all the young one's to the Great Commander!" He said with a hard glare.

The soldier holding the knife grumbled under his breath, but complied, not wanting to go against the Great Commanders orders. They took Shana, and all the other young boys and girls of Seles and laid them out before two men who were standing a few feet further back from the kids. One man was dressed in elegant armor and wore an intricately designed helmet that covered his entire face. He was the Great Commander of the Sandora Army. The other man was not known to the Great Commander, but knew that he was there under the order of his leader, Emperor Doel. He was shorter and wore a long dark cloak that had a purple leather shoulder piece that wrapped across his chest, and cloth headdress that covered up most of his face. The man in Black kept his arms within the boundaries of his cloaked cape that wrapped around his body.

"Is this really necessary?" The Great Commander asked as the two watched Seles burn to the ground.

"You know how much Frugal enjoys watching things burn." The man in Black said, not taking his eyes from the flames.

"That man is a masochist!" The Great Commander declared with disgust.

"Whether he is or is not is besides the point. Frugal is the Head Warden at Hellena Prison, and his resources will be vital in order to win the war."

The Great Commander did not respond. Instead he turned his attention towards the children that were being laid out. "And what is this all about?" He asked.

"There is child here that I require." The man stated without pausing.

"That you require?" The Great Commander repeated in disbelief. "What in the name of Soa - "

"You cannot possibly understand the reasons for which I need it, but what you do understand are order - and it is his Majesty, Emperor Doel's, command that this child be taken in."

The Great Commander looked at the man in black in silence for several seconds before nodding his head. "Very well…" He said.

The man in Black stepped forward and pulled out a small, aqua green orb and approached the first child. "Here, take it." He told the Great Commander, handing him the orb.

"What is this?" The Great Commander asked in confusion.

"It will tell you which of these children is the one we are looking for." The man in Black responded before turning around and walking some distance away.

The Great Commander sighed and began to inspect each child. He soon reached Shana and gently lifted her by the back of her head and placed the orb over her forehead. For a second, nothing happened, and the Great Commander was ready to move on to the next child. But then, suddenly, the orb began to glow brightly.

"By the God!" A few of the soldiers piped up.

The orb suddenly grew brighter and then Shana's head tilted back. After a few more seconds the orb's light faded away and Shana relaxed, falling back down.

"She is the one." The man in Black stated as he suddenly appeared being the Great Commander, who looked back at the mysterious man.

"Who is she?" He asked.

"That is none of you concern…" The man in Black said as he pushed past the Great Commander. "It's time to leave." He said as he walked back towards the horses.

The Great Commander sighed and followed the man. When he reached his horse he looked back at the carnage that befell the already rusted village. A great sorrow filled the man's heart, and at that moment he hoped that someone would come and end this war, because too many good people have died…

Well that's the first chapter! Any and all comments are welcome so please let me know what you think! I will try and get the next chapter up soon!

- HF99