Author's note: ok, prologue two is up, and 3 will be up in a couple days. This one focuses a lot on Kris and Katarina, along with the history of the tactician. Please ignore my poor grammar and spelling. Now, onto the story.
"What is this place? It feels like true dragons' channel their energy. "The man with blue hair said.
"Kris, you know as well as I do what this place is. I hadn't expected it to drift south and break off though." The purple haired girl with a tactician's cloak replied. She ran her hand along a giant stone gateway, but it didn't budge.
"Very well dear, so you know as well, The Dragon's Gate. Where the first legends of Elibe finished. Where Nils then Ninian sealed off the barriers between worlds." The blue man said, while turning a ring on his finger by flicking his thumb.
"Nils, only Nils left, Ninian died of an illness after giving birth to Roy." The purple haired girl said.
Kris' eyes went wide instantly, realizing his mistake. 'Dammit, Katarina will make me pay for that one' he thought, knowing his guise had failed.
"Or did she..., what do you know Kris, what haven't you told me, you fiancé, with our wedding in 4 hours." Katarina pestered.
Kris sighed, "Fine, I was going to tell after it's been ...formalized, Lyn didn't go back to Sacae, and the tactician didn't die."
Katarina gasped, "What, you know what this story is to me, you know the stories were my inspi..." Katarina stepped forward, and accidentally kicked something. It was a book. Reaching down, she picked it up, only then did she see the hole through it.
"Go get me a hammerine staff" she commanded, driven by curiosity. Kris ran out and back, handing her the staff.
Katarina restored the item, and as the light faded she tried to read the destroyed writing. "In, indignation", she read gasping, opening the book she saw most of the writing was faded, only a couple lines still legible. Kris had come up behind her, glancing on while wrapping his hands around her.
She turned her head, with moist eyes. "This is it, his spell, the basis for advanced thunder magic. Both Thoron, and Mojnïr were attempts to replicate it. "Kris, I must try it, please step back."
He silently stepped back, and Katarina began casting. She read the book looked up and summoned the spell. It started out properly at first, but the magic converged into a sphere, rather than smashing the ground. Katarina felt her heart sink. 'It cannot be fully repaired, but still' she thought.
Kris stepped up to Katarina, "Come on, the ceremony will be soon" he said, and the two of them walked from the ruins. Behind a wall a red haired girl chuckled.
"Now my and I sisters can open it, open the outrealm gate." She chuckled, "Jake, come on" she yelled.
"Coming, Anna" he said, holding some equipment.
"Uugh, how am I alive, the last thing I remember is, ... Lyn reaching for me, and the dragon." I thought. Opening my eyes I looked up, and heard talking in the distance. Siting up I saw the shredded remains of his old tactician cloak. In the distance I saw it, the dragon. It was breathing, but unconscious. Its wounds were closed, but has become a dark brown color. I saw it stirring. He saw that its wings were staring to tear.
"Oh, you're up, wow only a minute." I heard a familiar voice say. A young boy/dragon approached me.
"Nils, where am I? Am I dead, or is this someplace else?" I pestered.
Nils looked at me, and sighed. "This is the realm of dragons."
"Excuse me, but how am I alive, I thought humans couldn't live here?" I said, pestering for answers.
"No, that mark on your right hand, it protects you, but also binds you to this realm, only if Grim, or the ex-fire dragon leaves, can you follow."
I sat for a second to think. "Will it last, will I always be bound." I questioned.
"No, what happened was a good bit of both your life forces was destroyed, so the remaining force is shared, essentially, you are the same, but it will take a long time, even here for it to heal." He explained.
"And I'll die long before that, won't I?"
Nils showed the first hint of a smile. "No, because dragons live so long, you achieve it as well. To an exponential extent. As soon as you separate, your life will continue."
They were laying there. On a bed, late at night. Each had a ring on their finger. One with blue, one with purple hair. "Care to explain now dear." Katarina asked putting extra emphasis and sarcasm on the dear.
Kris sighed, "Well I don't suppose I have a choice, do I?"
Katarina replied with a simple "nope!"
"Very well, let's begin." Kris started to speak, with Katarina staring at him with affectionate wonder. "The tactician isn't dead."
When Kris said this her eyes went wide and her jaw floored. "Wait, but, everything I have ever read said he died in the final battle, and Lyndis gave in to grief." She pestered.
Kris sighed, "No, lies woven to stop the war."
Katarina stared at him like he was crazy.
"The other nations accused the three lords of hiding him, and threatened with war over claims of his origins. They believed his death was a cover story. There was only one way to convince them." Katarina's eyes showed it dawned on her. "Lyndis disappeared. She left a note entrusting Caelin to Ostia, and said she couldn't live without him. All while disappearing to Pherae."
Kris took a deep breath and sighed. 'I never thought I would end up telling anyone this. I guess I just thought I would end up alone.' He pondered.
"Then two years later, the dragon returned."
"Dammit, how long until Hector arrives?" She yelled. Pulling out a sacred sword she accelerated towards the beast. She kicked up the ash of the soldiers in her wake.
"Five minutes, minimum, we have to hold out." The red haired youth replied. Pulling out Durandal he charged.
The green haired swordswoman took guard of a girl. "Ninian, stay back, it is targeting you first."
The girl replied "thank you Miss Lyndis, but it is not the same. Not anymore. It uses earth magic now, we may not win without Athos, Pent, or him."
"Elwood!" She screamed as his horse was shredded under him. The brown ex-fire dragon raged forward, knocking Lyn out of its way. An instant before its massive fangs ripped into her flesh, she was pushed out of the way. A boy with hair of the safe color pushed out of the way, its fangs descended into him. Then with a shake of its head the boy was shredded. Organs were all over the place, blood splattered everywhere. The dry grass was red from blood, a disfigured corpse still twitching.
The green haired girl looked down, horrified at the sight. "Nils,..., no" she muttered. The dragon raced the distracted girl. She noticed, but it was too late. Fangs closed on her head, and she muttered one word. 'Mark'
Yeah, I ended it there *sunglasses on* deal with it. Anyway, update at longest is on Monday, so you won't have to wait too long. Also, I changed the base for Lyn's Tru Dao, and later Tru Katti. Tru is now the Manni Katti forged onto a Wo Dao and the Regal Blade, its stats are 21 mt, 100 ht, and 85 crt. It goes up, but there is a reason. The main story is based off my lunatic play through, so to make up for the restarts, so that doesn't happen everyone gets VERY strong weapons, just like the enemy, also I have added a weapon fusion system, so yeah. Questions, comments, criticisms, flames? Please review.
