Grand Chase: Arrows and Daggers
Hello people, I'm here with a fan-fic of an MMORPG called Grand Chase. This is the third and final story in my "Rebirth" series, and the only one probably staying "T" rated. Well, let's get on with it then!
Chapter 1: The Meeting
Kaze'Aze's castle, a dark and foreboding area in the northern part of the continent of Ellia. A young blonde girl steps up to the front door, barely able to suppress a shiver as she reaches for the twin crossbows strapped to her waist. Taking a deep breath, she aims at the door and unloads a volley of ten bolts straight at the entrance, causing the large wooden door to shatter. No rest was given to the girl, as dark red soldiers poured out, ready to slice the intruder to pieces. These are Anmon Scouts, and Elites at that, clad in dark red armor, they use the blades attached to their extendable arms to pierce through their enemies.
The girl was clothed slightly differently, wearing the Mohican set. She looked like an Indian girl, and her name…is Lire. Jumping into the air, she aimed her crossbows straight down and let her bolts fly, killing most of the Scouts. After she landed back onto the ground, one of the remaining Scouts shot out his arm toward her, but he was to slow. Lire rolled to the side, and opened fire, killing the Scout within seconds.
After he fell to the ground, Lire got up and dusted herself off. "And that was just the welcoming committee," she mumbled to herself, as she reloaded her crossbows and stepped into the castle. Taking a moment to check her surroundings, her sharp eyes saw nothing that could be dangerous, so she continued forward without giving it a second thought. Little did she realize that someone was waiting in the shadows, slowly unsheathing razor sharp daggers.
Lire was just about to walk through the next doorway, when someone jumped down at her, ready to sink his blades into her body. She just barely had enough time to jump out of the way, and when she looked at her attacker, she was only able to gasp. Standing in front of her was a handsome silver-haired boy, no older than sixteen (A/N: This is a guess, as it says that his official age is unknown.) staring back at her with dull red eyes.
He spoke in a monotone voice, "you must leave this place. It is not Kaze'Aze's wish for you to be here."
Lire pointed her crossbows at him, "why are you working for her?!" She shouted, easing her finger on the triggers, "aren't you a human?!"
The boy shrugged and smirked, raising his daggers threateningly. "I'm not really sure, but you won't be human for too much longer. Cuz I'm sendin' you to the afterlife!" He ran straight for Lire with incredible speed, and she didn't have any time to react. He sliced her cheek, and Lire jumped back, shooting bolts toward the kid. "Ha, you won't even be able to touch me!" He said, running across the room, leaving a trail of bolts in the ground where he was standing only seconds before.
Lire continued to fire, even as her vision was blurring. "Damn, this cut is worse than I thought; don't know how much longer I can hold out…" She thought, as blood slowly ran down the side of her face and onto the floor. "Only one chance!" The archer shouted, and she shot millions of bolts above the boy's head.
"Where were you ai-," was all he could say, as the chandelier (A/N: I realize that Lire is supposed to do that and then a Harpy falls onto him, but I'm trying to be logical.) crashed down on him, knocking him unconscious.
Lire sheathed her crossbows and brushed her hand across her cheek. Upon examination, she found the back of her hand to be almost covered in blood, "gotta get out of here…but I can't just leave him…" Mustering all the strength she could, she dragged the boy out from under the chandelier and slung his arm around the back of her neck, using her shoulder to balance him. "God-damn he's heavy…"
The boy opened his eyes to see that he was slumped against a tree, sometime in the afternoon, "how did I get here?" He thought, struggling up and looking around. He was in a field, and the only visible tree seemed to be the one he was sleeping against.
There was a rustle in the leaves, and the boy looked up to see Lire pointing her crossbows straight down at him. "I see you're finally awake, don't make any sudden…moves…" She said, trailing off. "Your eyes…"
"What about 'em?" He asked, wondering who in the world this strange Indian looking girl is.
"They're different than when we first met…instead of a dull red, they're a bright piercing blue…" She muttered, mostly to herself.
"What're you talking about? Who are you and how did I get here?" The boy demanded, slowly getting irritated.
Lire jumped down from the tree, landing next to him and staring straight into his eyes. "You really don't remember? You attacked me inside Kaze'Aze's castle…" She said, sheathing her crossbows with a slightly sad look on her face.
"Kaze'Aze? What would I be doing inside her castle? You're lying."
Lire shook her head and held her hand up to her scar. "No, you're the one that gave me this, but I think you were possessed, so I guess I can forgive you…"
The boy blinked and looked closely at the cut, when memories of their battle crashed on him like a flood. "Oh…I'm sorry about that…name's Lass by the way…and I can't remember anything besides my name."
Lire wiped her hand on her eye, trying to stop the tears that were slowly forming in her eyes. She forced herself to smile and hold her hand out, "Lire, pleased to meet you."
Aww…isn't this just sweet? Well, that's a good enough stopping point for me. Expect the next chapter soon!