LUIGI'S DRAGONS 2: SHARDS OF NEGLECT
A/N: For those of you who haven't read or at least attempted to read (and gave up after seeing the size) Luigi's Dragons 1, then this will make absolutely no sense to you.
And for those of you who
have, guess what, its a sequel (and I made it painfully obvious that
it was continuing). I just COULD'NT put down the story I was weaving,
I had so many interesting ideas in the other one that I just didn't
use enough due to how many chapters I planned to have.
And no,
this doesn't focus mainly on Luigi's kids though he MAY have one in
this. But I don't know yet because I haven't planned this at all, I'm
just going to see if I can make it anywhere as good as the first one.
Anyway, I am not very
self-confident, ever, so... we'll just see how this turns out,
alright? Enjoy the show.
By the way, its kind of not flowing very
well at the moment because I have all these ideas I can't possibly
get them out in one chapter very smoothly.
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PROLOGUE
IRONCLAW
AND MALICE
"I am the son of Growle. I will carry on my father's reign."
Malice paced in the hideaway, gritting his teeth with anger, recalling the events of the past. Two years ago, Aeolian sacrificed his star and destroyed the Moonshard's tool of power and control, the moon itself. Two years ago, his father was taken to be a servant by Kinimanji, the king of the Starbringers. Two years ago, Malice was defeated by a man named Luigi and his human friends.
It was more then a disgrace.
It destroyed him.
"Ironclaw," he mumbled, "I believe the time is coming to make our comeback..." He glanced over at Ironclaw. "Though the Moonshards no longer exist, it doesn't mean that we cannot create our own dominion here, on this planet... it moves to a different beat of magic then the Dragon Kingdom. The flow of time itself is determined in a different way- the flow of the moon and stars, the sun and clouds is different... and Ironclaw, I believe we can take advantage of that."
"What can we do, Malice? We have no more power... we've been staying in this dump for two years and still we have no power to do anything..."
Ironclaw had reason to his words, but Malice seemed to think otherwise. "Magic is something that cannot be easily controlled by anyone... it flows throughout the world. It becomes something entirely different, when wielded by someone. It reflects their character, their bodies... their choices."
"What are you saying?" Ironclaw seemed puzzled.
"Magic is a neutral thing as it circles the world. To be trained to pick up such things either comes by natural talent or training... and thus, it is kept a secret amongst both dragons and humans. When it is not a secret, then it is an unknown thing... and I believe it is about time we unlocked magic and introduced it to ourselves..."
"I have not heard of such things." Ironclaw glanced at Malice, rubbing his long claws on the stone wall. He was a orange-scaled, thin Dragon, standing taller then Malice, yet he seemed much less buff. "What do you mean, magic is neutral?"
"When it becomes wielded by a person it reflects the choices they have made... there is Light Magic, and Dark Magic... I know, and you know, that Dark Magic is more powerful. We can learn this course of Dark Magic, and destroy the Mario Brothers, who undoubtedly control Light Magic."
"How do you know all this?" Ironclaw demanded. "Such things are but a fantasy."
"Do you call THIS a fantasy!?" Malice thrust off his black chest armor and faced Ironclaw, showing him a spot of missing scales on his body. "This is what that cursed Luigi did to me! Remember what he did to us those years ago!? He wields the power of Lightning and Thunder- this is magic! This is LIGHT MAGIC. If we can master Dark Magic we may be able to stand a chance against him."
"That's magic?" He wondered. "You are confusing me. Did Growle know about this?"
"Very few people know about it, even fewer chose to believe it..."
"I still think that the Mario Brothers found those powers elsewhere... they couldn't be magic!"
"What else could it be?! He refuses to see it but I know that he is a magician- a wizard. He may not know it, but he has learned how to control thunder and lightning, a course of Light Magic. What we must learn to do, see, is control our own elements, and create our own dominion here. We must! If I am to fulfill my father's desires, I must create a dominion... but first we must further explore this thing called 'magic'..."
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L U I G I ' S D R A G O N S 2
CHAPTER ONE: ECHOES OF THE PAST
"Daisy, don't leave me, please..." Tears flowed from the young man's eyes more then ever before. He was grasping a young woman's hands tightly in his own, pleading for her not to leave. Where she was going, she did not tell him. She only told him that she would never return.
"Luigi, it is my father's will for me to leave... I can't stay..." She looked at him pitifully, finding her own eyes full of tears. "Please, let me go... or come with me."
"I can't leave my duty here..." he sobbed, "My brother needs me... the world needs me... I can't go with you..."
The two were standing in an airport. The man was in his late twenties, having an almost full mustache. He wore overalls over a dark green shirt, and a hat which obscured most of his messy brown hair. He was holding the hand of a woman who wore a dark yellow dress, with orange seams.
Luigi was his name- he had carried his friend's bags for her to the airport. And now, it had finally hit him that she was leaving for good, and he could never see her again.
"Now's not the time, Luigi... you must let me leave!" She begged him, "I can't stay here, we've talked about this... I don't want to miss my flight!"
With that she pulled her hand free from Luigi's own. When she did so, her white glove came off her hand, and she dashed away with tears in her eyes, carrying her suitcases. Luigi was left, holding that lone glove. With a trembling lip, he began to sob, there in the airport, in front of the crowds.
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He woke up.
It was... a dream, he thought, a very painful dream... but it doesn't matter anymore. She's just a figment of my past now. I have Jennie.
He looked beside him at his wife, who was lying comfortably next to him. He smiled at her, glad that he had found himself a new love. About a year and a half ago, he married her. It was the happiest moment of his life. Yet, he wondered what brought about his dream about Daisy.
He looked out his window, which was a very large, elaborate one that his brother placed there especially for him when he built his house. Mario knew Luigi better then anyone, and he knew he liked big windows. He always did, ever since he was a small boy.
Luigi could see the sun rising slowly in the distance, painting the sky brilliant, vibrant shades of light blue and pink. It was six-o-clock, late spring. He had always been an early riser, a great contrast to Mario, who would sleep his life away if he could.
Luigi glanced over at his wife, then thought of making her breakfast-in-bed. He grinned and walked down a flight of stairs to the second floor, where his kitchen was located. He had become an excellent cook over the years, mainly because of past experiences he had with Mario, who would pay him to cook him a meal he thought was good enough to buy. Yet, when it came to food, Mario was hard not to please- he would eat just about anything.
He rummaged through cabinets for any sort of ingredient he might need, and emptied a few things onto the kitchen counter. As he prepared them, lost in thoughts, he began to think about his and Mario's childhood.
They were raised alone, abandoned by whoever parents they had. When they were infants they were rescued by Yoshis, who brought them to civilization and saved them from the evil hands of Kamek, the caretaker of Bowser. Growing up alone, his brother and he discovered a few ways to help them survive, and scrape out a living in the big city of Toad Town.
He remembered clearly the first time he had witnessed it. Mario had used a fireball, forming fire from his hands seemingly out of nowhere. Being a little brother, Luigi tried to mimic Mario and soon learned how to control his own element. It had always been a mystery to them where they came from, and no one knew how it happened. If they did, they never told them, and kept it secret.
He glanced down at his hands, which were chaliced from the wear and tear he had put on them over the years of being a warrior. Even when he wasn't harnessing his odd power, his hands always seemed to be filled with energy.
He picked up a knife and began to dice mushrooms, when he sensed the presence of Jennie behind him. He glanced over his shoulder.
"Hey, beautiful. I'm making you some mushroom omelettes."
She came up behind him and rubbed his shoulders. "You're so sweet, Luigi."
He couldn't see her, but he could picture her vividly as he sliced the mushrooms. She had long, brown hair, a round face and what he thought was the cutest little nose he ever saw. He didn't care what other people thought of her features- he thought she was the most beautiful being on the planet.
"So what are the plans for today?" He asked her as he placed the mushrooms in a skillet and began to turn on the fire of the oven.
"We were going to go over to the putting greens to play a game of golf with Mario and Peach. Is that alright?"
"Of course. I haven't played golf in a long time." Luigi replied as he watched the mushrooms closely, not wanting to overdo his wife's breakfast. "I'm kind of afraid I've lost my arm for it."
"I've never played it, so we can mess up together." She said with a chuckle.
Luigi smiled back. It was great not having to worry about anything anymore- Bowser was very quiet lately, now that he knew Mario and Peach were married, and with the Dragon crisis solved, he knew that life would be very smooth for him.
Or, would it be?
