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Legend of the Dragoon: Soas Song
CHAPTER 1: Eyes Unseen
A great oak door that shimmered and shined with the light of the suns rays beaming upon it, glistened as it was aggressively swung open by a man dressed in blue cloths wearing some armor as well, rushed through the archway and into the room panting and covered in sweat. He kneeled to the ground quickly and bowed his head as if to apologize for his intrusion into the room where there sat 3 thrones but only 2 were filled. One by King Albert who was dressed in the finest forest green clothing there was. He sat next to his beautiful wife Queen Emille, whos beautiful blush red gown lined with velvet black strings to give it a personality, sat with a light smile on her face. The room was of a whitish grey color which was soothing to look at, as there upon the walls hung huge tapestries which detailed the story of the Dragon Campaign in many shimmering colors of gold and silver which lite the room with a vibrant huge allowing a sense of peace flow in the room freely. There were also many different plants sitting in various corners of the room as well as hugging up against the wall making room smell delightful as they were carefully and lovingly tended to.
King Albert, stun from the sudden intrusion of one of his Knights of Bale, jumped quickly to his feet and walked towards him a bit with a look of confusion and hostility on his face while he moved a bit of his long light brunet hair, that was not tied back with the rest of his hair, out of the view of his light brown eyes. The knight continued to bow never looking up in fear of disrespecting King Albert and began to speak with urgency in his voice, still trying to catch his breath.
"King Albert! Please, excuse me for my sudden intrusion into your chambers and sudden out burst, but this is important!"
Alberts face changed to a more serious and concerned appearance, "You are forgiven. Please stand and tell me what it is that has sent you to me in such a way."
The knight stood up and finally was able to catch his breath before saying anything again as Albert waited patiently for an answer.
"Your Highness, King Albert...the Dragoon Spirits! They were stolen just last night!"
Alberts jaw dropped as Emille rushed from her seat to comfort Albert as it seemed he was at a loss for words. He felt his limbs get weak underneath his body as the thought of the Dragoon Spirits actually being stole raced in his mind as he tried to grasp the concept. When Albert finally took it all in he looked around the room as if dazed and with a blank stare he went back to his throne and sat down in it with disbelief in his eyes.
"How?How could this have happened?"
Albert questioned himself hoping to find and answer as Emille walked back to her seat as well watching out for Albert with tender eyes that held deep worry for her lover. Albert looked at the knight and shook his head a bit while recomposing himself so he could think more clearly.
"How was the tower infiltrated?"
Albert asked the knight which stood before him, more than willing to answer any question Albert wanted to ask him...That is if he could answer them. The knight slightly shrugged and looked to the ground before looking at Albert again.
"Your Majesty...As I was told, the person just waltz into the tower and breezed by all the guards without any trouble at all...The guards were powerless against him."
Albert took hold of Emilles hand and rub his thumb gently against her soft skin and thought for more than a moment or two.
"This person...He must be very skilled fighter. Can you tell me anything, such as a description of this fellow?"
"Ah, yes! This is what was told to me. The intruder wore a long black cloak and black boots...Other than that they could see nothing else of him because he hid so well in the darkness and because the hood of the cloak hid his face. Oh, wait! I remember now! He also had long platinum white hair and walked if a bit femininely."
Albert place one hand over his mouth to hide the small smile that crept on to his face even though this was quite a serious matter, he knew now that who ever stole the Dragoon Spirit wasn't a man though the knight continued to believe so.
"Are you sure it was man who stole the Dragoon Spirits?"
The knight jumped back all most shocked that Albert believed the cloaked figure was a woman.
"It couldn't have been a woman, not with skills like that."
"Excuse me!"
Emille said pouncing out of her throne like a lion on its prey, letting go of Alberts hand as she lifted the bottom of her dress slightly so she wouldn't trip on it. Her blond hair, put up in pigs tail, bounced about wildly on top of her head as she quickly walked down to the knight and poked him one good time on the chest and looked at him with her blue eyes holding fire within them.
"Don't you dare try and tell me that a woman can't be as good or better than a man when fighting!"
The knight froze all most afraid to move thinking if he did Emille would have his head, Albert again hid his sheep like smile and then stood up quickly to announce his decision.
"Emille my love, I do believe you have made your point."
He said to her in a sweet tone so she would forget what he said and come back to his side. Emille backed off and walked back to Albert as he smiled at her and then cleared his throat before speaking to the knight.
"Knight, I thank you for coming and telling me of the crisis. Please, leave the rest to me. Hopefully, we can clear all of this up and hope it is nothing more than a horrible nightmare. Thank you, you may take your leave now."
The knight bowed and with calm steps left the room and closed the door behind him to leave Albert and Emille alone.
"What are you planning to do Albert?"
Emille asked clinging to Albert a bit worried about what he might be thinking. Albert snapped out of his deep thoughts and looked at Emille smiling at her again as went to embrace her, to then pull back and hold her hands.
"I'm going to request that all of my friends come here to Bale to discuss the situation and to see what we should about our current situation."
Emille looked at him quietly and then with a nod, she smiled glad to see that he was not going to run off on another adventure. Later that day as the sun began to set behind the distant mountains as day was soon to be night. Just then four horsemen raced from the hollow pathway, hidden within the castle, and off through the streets of Bale until they reached the open grassland and to each, went their separate ways to deliver a message to the former Dragoons while disappearing with the last of suns light.
Albert looked out the window from his throne room and once he could no longer see his messengers, he drew in a deep breath and exhaled closing his eyes a bit until he had a sudden feeling of being watched by eyes unseen to him and indeed he was. Not to far from the castle stood a figure a top of a roof watching Albert with bright blue eyes that held a visible maroon colored star burst around the pupils. The black cloaked figures cloak playfully and limply flapped about in the wind as its cool breeze tugged at the ends of the it. The figure never moved but once, to place its hand upon the hilt of its claymore. Until finally turning away to jump off the roof of the build to chase after one of the horsemen into the twilight of the night.