Honor
By BloodyChaosDragonKnight
Disclaimer: If I owned Dark Cloud do you honestly think I would bother writing fanfiction? I only own my muses.
A/N: Ungaga's piece, the fifth in the series.
Random Fic Rec: Kindly go read DarkBane's Atlamilla, I'm helping with it .
Warnings: kind of dark, kind of not. I saw Ungaga as accepting, as though he knew this all would come and he would be a small part of it.
He knew he didn't have what it took to save the world. He knew this because he was no Hero. While he may have been the best warrior in the village, while he may have been a hero in the villagers eyes he still was not strong enough, not brave enough to be a true hero. It was one thing to face down your fellow man in combat, and quite another to face down monsters and demons many times stronger than a man could ever achieve.
He knew that as the strongest warrior in the village it would be his fate to someday be a side character in someone's grand tale of adventure because the strongest warrior was never the hero of the tale. It was always the smartest, or the bravest, or the most charismatic who were mentioned, who dominated the story with their actions. Even Aga was remembered most for his strength of heart, not the strength of his body.
He didn't mind being a side note, barely mentioned in a tale. It was hard work being a Hero, there was always a princess to be saved, a demon to slay, a fatal adventure to go on.
That life was not for him. He wanted to be a simple warrior, living and dying in the village he was born in, never straying beyond the desert. He was to be just another of the strongest warriors of the village, a nameless face, a faceless name.
Then the dark genie had come, destroying his village in a flash of light. He could not describe what he had felt upon awaking, could not put into words how loosing everything he had ever known had felt to someone who had not experienced it.
It was all well and good for the villagers, who had never seen the village in it's completely empty state, but for him it had left a scar that would never face. He didn't know what to do and it scared him.
Then the boy, the Hero had come and with a trip into the temple and a wave of his hand, the village was restored, slowly but surely. It had amazed him, to look on someone so small and delicate, not even old enough to be called an adult do something he could not, restore his village.
He knew then that this was the Hero he had been called to help, though he could not do much. He knew then that even if this boy died in the end he had left his mark on the world, like Aga had before him. He would not be forgotten.
It would be an honor to fight beside him.
TBC
Thanks to all who reviewed the last four segments...
BloodyChaos: "Ungaga gives me a headache..."
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