Chapter 1: Escape

Disclaimer: I do not own Legend of Dragoon.

Ken was bored. Most people think boredom is terrible, but nothing to have as an overbearing feeling. However, for a wingly boredom is one of the most terrible things to happen, some have even gone insane because of it. The greatest example of this is of course Melbu Frahma. His boredom cause him to allow the human armies to grow instead of crushing them at the start. Laying on the grass in one of the many flower fields within Ulara the spiky black haired teen blew his bangs away from his blue eyes.

"So bored…" He muttered under his breath crossing his arms behind his head. To Ken the worse thing that could ever happen was remaining confined, and that's exactly how he's lived. Since he is a very new born child, only 15, he wasn't allowed to do anything at all. Even going outside was a distant dream to him, which was the one thing he was dieing to do.

"Hungry…..Bored…Thirsty…." He said before staggering up making a lady covered by a flowering hat walk in the opposite way.

Maybe I should stop scaring people? Eh, whatever Ill grab something to eat and then pester someone.

At this thought the young wingly started to walk down one of the many roads of the city and towards a large looking building which on the outside had a large menu as a window. Quickly making up his mind he opened up the door and stepped within.

The dim lighting of the restaurant made it a little hard to see until a few seconds later. The only things that would make this different from any ordinary restaurant was the large group of men and women gathered in one corner of the room chatting noisily. As bored as Ken was he really didn't want to talk to any of the elder winglies so he took a seat and ordered himself some food. However, even though he wasn't involved he still heard tid-bits of conversation.

"What do you mean he's cheatin-"

"Join my group now or face dea-"

"Charlie's going to leave the south gate unguarded tonight, looks as though there's a meeting going on in the center-"

Ken was completely spacing out until the last bit of conversation came by and he was immediately focused.

"- of the town something about another kid being born again. Seems as though we're getting a bit of births lately, but its needed since the Forest went up in flames."

The forest of winglies. That's something Ken hadn't thought about in awhile, his former home and a haven for winglies which was completely destroyed about 10 years ago. No survivors but one. However, this is exactly what Ken was hoping for, an opportunity to go see something new. Perfect. A few moments later when the food was served the waiter only saw an empty stool.

Later that night…

Ken rushed through the streets, sticking closely to the shadowed walls of the buildings and moving as stealthily as possible. His clothing wasn't visible in the darkness however, one could make out the shape of a sword in its sheath on his right side, as well as what seemed like a bag on his back with a map sticking out of it. He paused at what seemed to be nothing more but a carefully drawn circle before looking around.

I forgot how to move this thing…

He panicked slightly looking around before noticing the console on the side, Sighing he placed his hand against it closing his eyes allowing everything sink in before the sound of footsteps approaching was clear in his ears.

Crap!!

He dived towards the glowing circle his bag hitting the railing and in a flash Ken disappeared from Ulara.

--Outside Ulara—

A large ball of green energy floated gently down the sky and dispersed into the night revealing a figure who stood up shaking his head.

"I made it….the outside world…" Ken's nostrils flared as he took in a deep breath before looking around. Desert, desert and more desert. He kicked the sand up into the air deciding that even the area AROUND the wingly city was boring before reaching back to the bag for his map. He grabbed once…twice…three times before realizing it wasn't there and groaning in realization.

"I dropped it I am such a dunce…" He was dragged out of his conversation with himself by what seemed to be a shining green light coming from Ulara. Picking a direction at random Ken headed to his direct left narrowly turning around a corner and running as fast as possible. By the time he finished running he has sweat dripping off his brow and his harsh breathing would have allowed anyone to find him.

"Finally got away…." Pure instinct allowed him to role out of the way of a large stinger belonging to a very angry scorpion which was hidden in the sand in front of him.

"What'd I do!!" He complained before noticing the remains of what seemed to be small scorpions on his shoes. "That explains it…." He ducked under another stinger, belonging to another one and a third came out of the sand all three scurrying in front of him as he drew his sword carefully eyeing their stinger's and once he regained his breathe, he struck.

Ken dashed forward as all three stingers flew towards him narrowly grazing past the cloth of his back as he stabbed straight forward with such speed that the sword ran clean through the face of the scorpion. He then proceeded to jump off its claw allowing him to dodge the two stingers from the others, and allowing them to hit the wounded one finishing it. He turned to the one on his right and waved his hand around in several circles as a large fireball appeared and shot out.

He felt his stomach drop as not only did the scorpion block it with his claw, but he was picked up by the leg and swung around and into a large, and VERY painful rock making his world spin. As the scorpion scurried across the sand to him he again made circular motions but this time the scorpion couldn't dodge as its face was roasted point blank.

"There we go….One and two dead.." Ken said smiling before his eyes widened realizing what he just said and he turned to receive a crippling blow by the last scorpions claw in the head sending him to his knees. As the claw descended for another blow, Ken remembered the sword and raised it deflecting the claw and quickly turning, using the momentum gained to slice off the scorpions tail. It stumbled backwards blood pouring out of the stomp as he thrusted the blade into its eye with a heave. It fell dead a moment later.

"This is why I don't have pets…" The blade withdrew from the dead body as he wiped it off and returned it to its sheath. His eyes danced around the desert, most was pitch black and he had no idea where to go. If only he hadn't lost the damn map.

Too late now…Wait what's that over there?

Looking closer he could easily make out what seemed to be a ruined doorway. The inside was pitch dark but he would prefer a closed spot then being out in the open where other things could find him. He quickly stood up and looked in his bag.

Great…I really more problems….

Everything was broken from his earlier crash into a rock. All that wasn't broken was the two potions in his front pouch, the money, and some of the food he had. Most of the water bottles spilled their contents everywhere but there was enough for him to survive until he could find a town…eventually. He turned towards the tunnel entrance and walked into the darkness a hand on his sword as his entire body was covered by the shadows.

Whew. Technically Chappie 1 but could be considered a prologue. Soooo Review  and ill give you a cookie. Okay, maybe not but still review!!