Aayvee: Hello everyone reading this, I'm the author, and thanks for reading. This Is a story I have had in my mind for a long time, but I wanted to postpone putting up until Radiant Dawn came out, Just so the spoilers would already have happened. I figured someone would do an origin story for the Black Knight eventually, so I just decided to do it myself. So, without further ado, I present:
Dark Past: Prologue
Sun was begging to set on the mountain, giving the surroundings a dull orange glow. The black knight paused. Even though he had started in the morning, it has taken him all day to reach the top. "Strange" he thought. "It is actually quite beautiful up here". He shook it off: there was no time to take it in; he had a job to do.
He was looking for a small hut that was supposedly hidden in these ancient hills. He pulled a map out of his pocket; if his instructions were correct, it would lead him directly to his goal.
They were true, after all, and after 10 minutes search, he saw it. He walked slowly, contemplating the near completion of his life's goal. "But is it really my life's goal?" he thought. "I should be giddy, I've almost done it." Again, he shook it off. Of course it was his life's goal; he wasn't going to back off now, not after how far he'd come already.
He slowly opened the door; it was not locked. Inside it was very dark, but the Black Knight could make out an old man sitting in the middle of the house, with his back to the door. He was wearing swordsman's robes and had a long white beard.
"I assume you are here for the sword." The man said, turning around to face him. "Give it to me quickly, and I might consider letting you live", He said. He drew his sword, Aldontie, to give backing to his claim.
The old man smiled in the dull light. "I've seen that armor before, if I'm not mistaken." The old man said. "Where did you happen to acquire it?" The black Knight stood still, making no response. "Don't talk much, eh?", he stood up shakily. "If knowledge has not left me in my old age, then this sword on the table is one of only two that can cut through your armor". he gestured to a sword lying on the table. Even in the growing darkness, it gave a visible shine.
Again, the Black Knight said and did nothing, waiting for the man to make a move. The old man quietly laughed. "And since you hold the other of the two in your hand before me, then that makes me the only person in the world who can kill you." He picked the sword off the table. They both moved into their fighting stances. The Black Knight expected it would come to this; In fact, he almost hoped it would come to this. For what seemed like centuries, maybe more, both stood completely still.
Then, in a blinding flash, the old man shot a burst of light from his blade. The black Knight barely dodged in time, At which point the man struck with a straight thrust that glanced off his armor, giving him a good-sized cut on his chest. He staggered back.
"This will be tougher than it seemed", He thought.
The old man smiled, as if he knew what the Knight was thinking. He then jumped and slashed, but the Knight Dodged and swung across the room, letting loose a blade of light that cut the chair in half. The man ducked and lunged in close and struck with and struck with a blinding flurry of hits. Sparks flew across the room as the Black Knight blocked each strike. Neither could gain an opening, but the black Knight was slowly gaining ground.
The old man spun around and hit the Black Knight with a powerful strike, but he blocked it, and then punched the man in the face, sending the man flying across the room. With surprising athleticy, the man rolled and was able to get back up quickly. They both charged; The old man prepared to use his piercing thrust technique again, but this time the Black Knight was ready. As the men ran, he swiftly hit his sword out of the way and then used his momentum to drive Aldontie across the old man's chest, mortally wounding him (and ending the fight).
The old man stumbled to the wall and spoke: "hahahaha-aaaagghhhaa. It seems my part in this story is over. Cough, take the sword. Whether this turns out for evil or good, I do not care; I am finished." He smiled, and threw the sword to the ground. He then slid down to the floor and closed his eyes.
The black knight paused, looking at his fallen adversary. then he spoke. "How pathetic. Was that really all that stood in my way to completing my quest? It doesn't feel over yet; Is this merely the beginning?
He paused again. The sun was setting, bringing darkness to the mountains this place was starting to depress him.
He picked Ragnell off the ground off the ground. It was complete: His armor was virtually invincible, and the only things that could cut it were now in his possession. His only true competitors were the great laguz kings. He was now the strongest person in the world.
He smiled at this thought. He sheathed both swords and turned to leave,
As he did, however, he began to reflect on his experiences up to this point.
--FLASHBACK--
Aayvee: well, there was the scene setter, hope you enjoyed it. Next chapter will be about his childhood...and why he joined the military...
