Welcome everyone. Years ago, when I was a less talented writer I wrote fan fiction of the Di-Gata Defenders official forums. It is about time I returned, bringing old OCs Hewk, Kraken and Claude new life, new characterizations, new personalities, new backstories, new relationships, the whole shebang! Now, as the dramatis personae will tell you none of the show's main characters will appear but they ill be mentioned. This story is set after "The Heart Stone", as the appearances of the characters Lydia and her brother the Zion of RaDos on the dramatis personae will show you, but before the finale. Things from various episodes will be mentioned, King Magnun most of all. Also, because this will be on I won't be suffering from the restrictions of the long dead Di-Gata forum so we will be getting some darker stories than what we were allowed and even more romantic. I've babbled enough so, enjoy and review.

Dramatis Personae

Hewk, the adventurous daredevil of an unknown father

Lydia, a Princess of RaDos who adores the adventurous daredevil

The Zion of RaDos, the RaDosian aristocrat and brother of Lydia whom becomes a service to Hewk

Kraken the Great, the authoritarian of New Bakkor and adversary of the adventurous daredevil

Claude Crouchback, boy of Kraken, who adores Lydia

Resting atop the Infinor Eminences

Hewk had been born two years before the final imprisoning of the Megalith. His mother was the wife of a supporter of Richard the Dark Banneret, a prince of the quickly rising city-state New Bakkor, and the identity of his father was a complete mystery to him. He knew his father not to be his mother's husband for many a time looking into a mirror or body of water had shown absolutely no resemblance and his brother Carter was quite clearly only a half-brother.

Hewk had grown to be abundantly stalwart and attractive, and of acclaimed ability. His curls were damask in color, as were his right orb and he was of an ashen pigmentation. He was quite tall and by the time he would finish growing, Hewk would stand at a height of six feet and five inches. He was of aesthetic body his members were agile straight. He had long arms suited to brandishing a brand. His long limbs were the same as the residuum of his anatomy. Overall, he had quite an arresting appearance but his lineaments were blemished by a permanently closed sinister eyelid. Finally, his articulation even with a lisp was quite cogent. His was dressed entirely in coal-black clothing.

Having left both mother and brother in search of his mysterious father whom his mother only referred to as "a middle-aged man from the capital" and after finding himself some distance from his home, Hewk rested atop the Infinor Eminences, grassy hills.

The thoughts of who his father could be were something that raced through Hewk's head. Being "a young man from the capital" was not very helpful since the man could have been any one young enough and old enough at the same time in order to be his father. Richard was a possible candidate since he was currently at the age of forty-eight and a regular visitor to the home of his foster-father it was entirely possible that Richard could have taken advantage of the hospitality of one of his own supporters. However, being a by-blow of an unmarried crown prince would be dangerous. If Hewk were indeed Richard's son, he'd never be able to become King of New Bakkor and he'd be most likely to be imprisoned and executed to prevent causing conflict against the next most likely to succeed their father: Claude Crouchback.

Claude was twelve years younger than Richard, thirty-six currently. The possibility of him being Hewk's father was also a possibility but it was unlikely given that Claude hardly interacted with Richard's supporters and Richard hardly interacted with Claude's supporters.

Hewk's thoughts were interrupted b a great clamor. With casting stones in hand and brand hanging by his side, he stood up and left the grassy hills to investigate.

Leaving where he had been, Hewk followed the clamor to a dirt path to find a bunch of ambhitigons. Hewk had an abhorrence for the ambhitigons, they had excoriated his foster-father or so the story went of his death went.

With a smile on his face that he would be able to make sport of these monsters, Hewk stepped towards them. His casting stones were in his left hand and his brand in his right hand. He was going to enjoy this.

Silently, he cast a spell that summoned three vipers that immobilized three of the nine amphitigons. He was quite foolish yet barbarous enjoyment was something that caused foolishness. Alas, Hewk knew that not so he soon found himself retreating while being pursued.

He would have continued to run had his right shoulder not been struck causing him to hide in a nearby cavern until he finally lost his savage pursuers.

No longer being pursued, Hewk stopped running and rested against a stalagmite. The pain in his shoulder was great, he had no idea how long it would last but he was sure it would not stop anytime soon.

Who was he to say how long he had rested there? It must have been a great deal of time because when an old man of seventy-two who was quite fair in appearance, damask curled, blotched, with a big cranium. The old man's anatomy was five feet and six, beefy and bow-legged. His attire was rather bedraggled.

"Who are you, boy?" asked the old man, his damask right eye staring at Hewk whom stared at the old man's ashen skin. A stalwart body, a permanently closed left eyelid… There was a resemblance between the two but the likeliness of this man being Hewk's father was unlikely, he was far too old.

"Hewk."

"Hewk?" The old man walked towards Hewk with his head turned to the left a bit. "Strange name." The old man's voice was deep and smooth and his appearance caused Hewk to feel on edge. The hair, eye and skin color was the same as any other Bakkorian's and yet the two looked alike so much that the possibility of these two being grandson and grandfather was entirely possible if it was not just.

"Even stranger for an old man to be far from a blaze."

"I'm… Hunting." Hunting. Hunting what? "Should be at the sepulture of my elder boy but the bust is not ready yet so I figured I'd go hunting."

"And just what are you hunting?"

"A damsel." An old man was hunting a girl? That didn't sound good.

"I-Is she one of us?" asked Hewk, scared about what the answer would be.

"No, which means that she can be made bride, serf or both." Hewk's horrified reaction caused the old man to laugh. "She will go to whoever can capture her, boy. The wolf's pelage might be hoary but his denticles are still honed. Don't get in my way because I will end you." And with that the old man walked away to continue his search for the girl he was hunting.

Notes

Hewk's name is pronounced "Who-k". He was something of an all too-likeable warrior-storyteller who I look back on with detest and look forward to remolding him into more of a swashbuckler-type character who is far from perfect.

Kraken and Claude were originally two unrelated characters with Claude having been dead and Kraken being a shape-shifter who had taken on Claude's form only for Claude to return from the dead and Kraken to become his servant, it was just so stupid!

Hewk's father was originally named Hewk also and the name Richard came from another fan fic when I submitted Hewk into that fan fic's character recruitment. All things considered, I like it better that Hewk's father be named Richard since I detest having more than one character with the same name.