(Author's note: Due to foul language --and I mean it-- and sexual situations, this fic will be put on Mature later on in the story. So put turn your filters off. And most of all I want to credit DancelJoy for helping me with information on GG Overture and overall being a pal.)
Ky opened his eyes to a cool breeze with green hills rolling before him. It was a dreamy view that lied to him with its beauty where there was no war and no Gears. But that wasn't true. He neglected to face the Order's base behind him, made to block the Gears and house knights ready to kill them. He didn't want to look at it, only the green ahead of him.
Oh, but there was still a reminder of the war within the green, too. In the distance, he saw something on the hills, moving fast. He watched it and thought: An animal? Man? Gear?
He couldn't be sure, so he turned his head over his shoulder. Nearby stood a group of six knights he hand-picked, even Sol, who he forced himself to bring along. He felt he needed to. He had to be honest, he needed his abilities.
There were other knights he traveled with frequently. Jester, a skilled archer was present, towering at his near seven foot height. Then there was Hope, the only female knight he knew, leaning against her cross staff. And who he was proud to have with him was a retired trainer, Masters they called in the Order, named Kron. He had trained him when he was a youth in his swordsmanship even though he fought with a halberd. He was a hot-tempered German man who could send anyone running for their lives. Then there was a black-haired swordsman whose name he hadn't caught yet (he couldn't keep track of all of them), and another swordsman called Sonata. And most impressively, there was a blind knight amongst them whose eyes were wrapped in a cloth. Some people laughed when they heard they had a blind knight, but he came in very handy.
Ky turned to him and pointed in the direction of the hills. "Benison, there's something in the distance. Can you send Golden Eye to see what it is?"
"I can."
Perched on his gauntlet was a red-tailed hawk. He raised his arm, and suddenly with great flaps of its wings the bird took off in flight and into the sky. Ky watched it go. He kept his eyes on it while it turned into a shape in the sky, and within a few minutes its owner said behind him, "It's a rider. Coming in fast."
"A rider?" Ky watched as the figure drew closer. He could see it was tall, carrying something perhaps.
A rider on horseback approached fast down the path to the base. A knight. He was young, no older than sixteen. He wore a standard knights' uniform with white and pale blue colors. He noticed he was carrying a tattered and blood-stained flag with a sharp blade on the end of it.
The rider pulled his horse to a stop with the animal twitching and breathing heavily.
"Who here is Ky Kiske?" he asked the group.
"I am." Ky said and took a step forward.
The rider stared at him with a pair of wide blue eyes. "Y-you are? I was expecting someone older."
Ky grinned modestly. "That's not the first time I heard that. Now, rider, what brings you here?" He glanced at the tattered flag again.
"I've gotten a report there's been an infestation of Gears in a land called Illyria. We've received a distress call. They sent it out to report it to you. I came here to lead you there." He looked amongst the other knights. There was an expression of disappointment on his face. "Umm, we do have some knights already stationed there. They are the ones who sent me." He then looked at his flag. "You'll have to excuse my flag. I've been in battle."
"Hmm, well in that case," Ky said, and then looked left and right. "Get him a new flag."
"Yes, sir," one of them said, and then walked quickly to the side of the base.
Ky watched him go and returned to the rider. "What is your name?"
"Javelin. Sir."
"Thank you for reporting this to us, Javelin. How long ago did you receive this distress call?"
"Two days ago. But I believe this Illyria has been dealing with them longer than that. There's something about that place. . ." He trialed off.
"Don't worry. We will get rid of them."
The other knight soon returned, armed with a large blue flag that dwarfed the one Javelin had. The cloth was heavy and there were strips of leather that formed a cross and a gold emblem in the center of it. On the end of the staff was a leather grip strapped on by two belts.
Javelin's arm dropped a bit when it was passed to him.
"It's too heavy," he said, then looked up at it. "And it has no blade. I need a blade."
"Well, it was the only one we have," the knight said. "This isn't an armory base."
Javelin frowned at the flag. "Alright, I'll manage."
"Just don't fall of your horse with that thing," Jester said and grinned.
Javelin passed him a frown, too.
"Don't mind him, Javelin," Ky said, waving a hand.
"Aww, Ky, I feel so loved," he said and grinned at him, too.
Ky only shook his head.
"We should have left him behind," Kron growled.
"I love you too, Kron!"
Javelin looked at them with a confused expression on his face.
Ky sighed. "Everyone, let's go. Javelin, will you lead us to Illyria?"
"Yes, sir." He then turned his horse and shifted the flag over his shoulder.
