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Surenia: Tale of the Veyanere
By ValkierieDjermegandre
Disclaimer:Sigh I don't own Klonoa or any related characters that appear in this story. They are the property of Namco and Klonoa Works. I own 75 of the characters in this story, and the scenario. Some elements in this story may belong to other developers such as Square Enix, Capcom/Clover Studios, or even Nintendo or Sega; I don't care. I'm not rich and I'm not japanese, so of course I don't own them.
Plot: 100 years ago, he awakened in the dream of another. Now, he lives as a piece of the great hero of the wind. He unknowingly lives a shadow of a life of another, existing only because of that hero's death...a cursed being who fools others with his smile. A sacred trainer of beasts, he sets out on a journey to take his place, but what will he become?
Notes: While this story doesn't involve Klonoa directly, he does appear in later chapters. This is a sequel to my first story, Kaze no Klonoa 3, but this takes place 100 years after. Don't send me flames; I don't like flames. I like reviews and constructive criticism. Anyhow, enjoy the story and tell me what you think.
Scroll 2: You Are the Veyenare
First Depiction
Surenia could do nothing but stare. He had never seen a creature like this before, let alone hear of anything called a "Veyanere". The dragon was seemingly looking Surenia over and examining him, until he stopped and began to laugh.
"I don't believe this for a second! You are the Veyanere?!" The dragon said, laughing in between his words.
"I don't even know what a 'Veyanere' is!" Surenia managed to respond. The dragon went silent...until he blasted a fireball at Surenia. The cabbit dodged and then looked back up at the dragon; his nostrils smoking.
"Well, then...I guess it would be of no harm to show you what power rests within your soul..."
The dragon charged at Surenia, but the latter dodged and then ran up behind the beast. Surenia jumped and delivered a double slash to the beast's back; though the dragon winced in pain, there was no mark or scratch. The scaled nightmare turned around, shaking Surenia off in the process, and hit the cabbit with his tails. Surenia sailed into a wall and hit the ground; he looked up in contempt. The dragon gripped its glaive and prepared to take a slice at Surenia; the latter moved as the former's sword came down and the blade easily cleaved through whatever it encountered.
"Who are you?!" Surenia asked. The dragon smirked.
"One of the embodiments of your nightmares. You brought me to life a century ago and you've brought me back now!" The dragon said. Its eyes glowed completely purple and Surenia's body stopped.
"Can't...move...?"
"Let's see if you are truly the Veyanere..." The dragon slowly stomped its way toward Surenia and the latter could only watch as he could not move his frozen body...
Back in the palace of Cress, Huepow was helping his mother prepare dinner. He had not seen Surenia and was getting a little worried. With a quick "I'll be right back", Huepow went up the stairs to the second floor and to his room.
"Hmm...I wonder where Surenia is..." Huepow said. As he turned around to leave, a loud crashing and booming sound caught his ears. He ran to the window and saw something he hadn't seen in centuries: wildfire. A large twister of blue and purple flames was spiraling into the air and burning the forest surrounding the area...and the flames were originating from...
"Haka Serjuu no Temple...?" Huepow quietly said. He turned around and then a thought crossed his mind. "Mom! Did Surenia come in yet?!"
"No, I haven't seen him yet, honey!" His mother responded.
"Shit."
With that, Huepow dashed out of his room and flew down the stairs ignoring the words of his mother as he dashed out of the double doors. The prince of Cress ran through the grassy fields toward the towering flame that was slowly turning the sky gray and black. Sweat rolled down his face as he passed other citizens who were curious as to what sparked the blaze. All Huepow knew was that he needed to run...fast. The prince pushed through crowds and jumped and swung his way through the forest that was slowly burning. He was running so fast that the pain from a spark of flame touching him didn't register...but it did register when he tripped over a tree root.
"Ow! Stupid anime cliches...holy..." Huepow said.
He stood face to face with the blaze and as he looked at the twister of hellfire, flashes came to his mind...flashes of days gone past. A lost friend. A forest burning. A town crushed. A broken sword. An unexpected passing. The prince stood there for a minute or two, letting his memories hit him like a wrecking ball, until he was brought back by a distinct roar...not just any roar, a distinct roar. The prince looked at the form that was descending from the twister of flames and immediately reached for his sword.
"You...YOU! The traitor...I never thought I would have to look at you again, Zyre!!" Huepow said as he drew his sword. Through all of the flames, Huepow could tell that Zyre was smirking and the dragon touched down, crushing what remained of the temple. Huepow looked long and hard at the dragon and he could tell this wasn't a dream...
Second Depiction
"Zyre...why are you here?!" Huepow said. Zyre crossed his arms and gave a sarcastic look.
"I came to visit my good friend Huepow, of course." Zyre said coyly.
"I'm serious, Zyre! How did you break the seal of the ring?!"
"I'm only 50-100 feet tall. As if a tiny little ring could hold me."
"A whole century, Zyre...it held you for a whole, freakin' century! I know there was something else involved in your release!"
"Keh...like it matters. Let's say I was revived by the same one who created me in the first place."
"What?!"
"The Veyanere."
"The Veyanere...Surenia!"
"Bingo. That little hairball has more magic energy than anything I've ever seen. He may have not known he was the Veyanere, but that doesn't mean the power wasn't in him. Now look at me; I feel like I could do anything now...including kill you."
"When Surenia wakes up, your body will be under his control."
"You actually think he's waking up? The boy didn't even know of his power! The chances of him waking up are...slim to none."
"Heh...that's what you think. Surenia is not Klonoa in any way."
"What are talking about?"
"You're drawing your conclusions from what you know about Klonoa; Surenia is much different. Surenia has an attitude, a temper...and he's much more violent than Klonoa."
"...what's your point?!"
After that comment, Zyre gave a roar and blasted a fireball at Huepow, but the prince dodged and lept at the dragon, sword in hand. The prince held his blade vertically and it began to radiate with a brilliant light. He swung the sword and it released its energy in the form of sword beams. Zyre smirked and jumped out of the firing line.
"Is that it? Don't you have any new tricks...like this?" Zyre taunted. The dragon's feet were encased in a negative energy and when he stomped the ground, a shockwave of dark energy rang out; ripping through the earth as it did.
"Yeah right. Gaia Neutralia!!" Huepow said. The prince's sword transformed into two giant fans which were, in truth, two oversized leaves. He swung said leaves toward the ground and a gust of wind and leaves followed; neutralizing Zyre's attack when it made contact.
"...feh. Real pretty!" Zyre said as he rushed toward Huepow.
"Jealous, baby?" Huepow said, striking a pose that also served as his defense. Zyre came down on Huepow with his sword and a shockwave rang out as his blade made contact with Huepow's fans...
Surenia opened his eyes and he saw that he was not on Cress anymore. He was in a strange dimension which shifted colors of white, gray, and blue. There were columns everywhere and destroyed homes and other structures. Clouds floated below the suspended ground and lightening bolted from the clouds, but didn't touch the land. Trees were bending out of shape, but they were still upright and their leaves were blue and white. The place was a world all its own, with mountains, villages, forests, lakes, oceans, everything...except the place was quiet and monochromatic except for the occasional shades of blue. Surenia lifted his body, but as soon as he sensed that he was standing straight, he also noticed that something was terribly wrong with his body.
Surenia was not himself. He had been transformed into a black dragon with white markings all over his body. His eyes were a blood red color, and white hair rushed down from his head like a waterfall. His four horns were severely jagged and two jagged fangs were evident in his jaw. A huge purple, pulsating gem was embedded in his chest and his claws and talons seemed to be made out of pure adamant. Six crystals were jutting out of his back and they ended in points that looked like sword hilts. Blood was all over his claws and talons, and ridges ripped out of his back on each side of his spine. He had four wings coming out of his back; they were mostly skeletel structures that had orbs placed in circular sections. The membranes in the wings were a jet black color. A thick tail dragged down from his back and eight smaller tails came out around it.
"What happened to me...?" Surenia said. His voice was somewhat deeper, but not by much. He turned over his hands and noticed the dark orbs embedded on the backs of his hands. "This is wierd...I look like..."
"Like a monster." a voice came.
Surenia turned around and saw the origin of the voice. A black cabbit stood there and wore a pac-man hat. The hat was somewhat ripped and the shirt and jacket he was wearing had scratch marks and were somewhat ripped. Spikes were poking out of his back and a single black wing was also apparent from his back. His eyes were a piercing red and his shorts had cut marks that were apparent due to the fact that they were covered in blood. He wore no shoes nor gloves so his talons and claws were exposed. He had long ears that ended in a firey design and a ring similar to the one that rested in Haka Serjuu no Temple. Three strands of hair stuck out from his forehead.
"Who're you?" Surenia growled. A savage instinct was slowly taking over him.
"I figured as much. Who would want to remember someone he killed?" the being said. His gaze didn't alter as he spoke.
"I don't remember ever seeing you before..."
"I haven't forgotten what you did to me, Avion..."
"Avion...Avion...?"
"You don't remember your name?!"
"My name is not Avion...my name is Surenia!"
"Surenia...that name sounds familiar..."
"...grr...Gwooar!!" A red and black aura suddenly exploded from Surenia's body and his eyes darkened.
"Hmph...evil shows its face!" A blue aura exploded from this being's body and suddenly, his clothes were normal again and his eyes turned yellow. He whipped the ring from his waist and drew a sword out of it; the blade was made of wind.
"Don't try to stand against me! I am Avion the Curse!"
"Don't tell me what I have to do...you just concentrate on yourself..."
Third Depiction
Back on Cress, Huepow and Zyre were both severely tired out. Huepow was panting and his clothes were singed and ripped. Zyre was also panting and his wings were ripped and his body was burned. As Zyre was about to move again, his body was overcome by white lightening and his body crashed to the ground. As the dragon ceased breathing, he began to fade and in his place, Surenia appeared. Huepow ran up and caught the cabbit before he hit the ground.
"Surenia...why don't you ever listen to me?" Huepow said.
"...because you're not worth listening to..." Surenia whispered. He opened his eyes and Huepow gave him a tight hug.
"Surenia! You're okay!"
"Yeah...but what happened? I suddenly found myself transformed into a dragon..."
"...Surenia...I have to tell you something..."
"...oh no...what?"
"...you're the legendary hero...the one that's destined to save Phantomile..."
"What?!"
"You're the legendary tamer of beasts...you are the Veyanere."
"So that's why I kept having those wierd dreams?! That's why I almost burned Cress to the ground?! All this time, I was a legendary hero and you didn't tell me?!"
"...look, calm down..."
"I can't calm down!" Surenia jumped out of Huepow's arms.
"Surenia, I couldn't possibly tell you now! You're only eight years old! Come on, let's--"
"Leave me alone! Don't touch me!"
Surenia scratched Huepow's hand as he tried to grab him, and the cabbit ran out of the burnt forest and off toward no particular place. Huepow watched his friend go and covered the wound on his hand. The prince looked at the clouded sky and started to walk home as it began to rain...
Surenia stood at the edge of the cliff, staring at the World glyph despite the storm. Rain water dripped down from his hair and he seemed to have no problem with being soaked. Surenia looked at his hands; they seemed to burn, yearning for something. As he thought about this, he heard a dragon's roar; most likely coming from deep inside of him.
"Veyanere...what is it worth?" Surenia whispered.
"It's worth many things, actually..." Came the voice of Zyre. The big, blue dragon appeared behind Surenia and sat with his back to Surenia's.
"Oh...you. What, do you want to torture me some more?"
"...no. I came to tell you that you do have this responsiblity. You can't run from it..."
"Why not?"
"Because, sooner or later the beasts will find you...and probably not in a way that you would want them to."
"..."
"The Legendary beasts need a tamer, otherwise...well, let's just say bad things will happen. If you don't embrace your birthright now, then beasts like Avion will get the better of you...and in that case, you can kiss your family and friends goodbye."
"I don't have any family. I'm adopted. It's one of those prissy little, 'Aw, he looks so cute. Let's take him in' stories."
"...oh. Damn, he really isn't anything like Klonoa..."
"Hmm?"
"Nothing. Regardless..."
"Regardless, what?"
"Regardless, you can't sit out here moping your whole life."
"Who said I was going to mope my whole life? I've got better things to do."
"Sigh...so I guess there's no way I can talk you into this."
"Why do you care so much? By the look of it, I would guess you were the one that tore Phantomile to pieces."
"...you had more of a hand in it than I did."
"What?"
With that, Zyre disappeared and left Surenia at the top of the hill. The cabbit sat there contemplating what Zyre said to him...until he felt a strong surge of spirit energy from behind him. Surenia turned around and there sat a wolf. A white wolf; it had long locks of hair trialing down the sides of its head and ankle fur that curled like the wind. It had many black and blue markings on its body and a long bushy tail that broke off into three tails; two shorter than the center one, which resembled a quill pen. A circular device hovered just above its back that had all of the markings of the elements on it and a dark blue mist emenated from it. It had long ears that each held a charm and a long rush of hair flowed gracefully from its head. It gave Surenia a soul-less stare with its blue eyes.
"Wow, this day just keeps getting weirder." Surenia said.
"Enough chatter, if you don't mind." The wolf said.
"Are you serious? I don't remember taking any drugs..."
"I figured you wouldn't remember me. My name is Shirasue; Shirasue the Wolven"
"Shirasue the Wolven...what's a wolven?"
"Oh, my...regardless of what I am, let's speak about you...you and your journey."
"I'm not going on any journey!"
"Yes, hell you are!!" Shirasue's tone darkened to a growl and the rain seemed to start coming down harder. "You are the only hope for Phantomile. You must do this, otherwise the beasts will destroy whatever is left of Phantmile!"
"...sigh...okay, I see now...I do see now. So when do I go?"
"As soon as you're ready."
With that, Shirasue disappeared and Surenia was left standing on the cliff. The cabbit walked up to the edge and stared down at the world below, though he couldn't see anything very well because of the clouds. Surenia closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and broke off into a run back to the palace...
Fourth Depiction
Surenia sat in his bed and looked out the window. He managed to enter the palace without anyone noticing him, which gave him a weird feeling. The cabbit thought long and hard about his "journey" and couldn't help but think that something was going to go terribly wrong in the end. His daydream was interrupted, however, by the sound of his door opening; Huepow poked his head in and seemed relieved to see Surenia. The latter looked at the former's bandaged hand and his face dissolved into one of sorrow. He looked at his own hands and they seemed to betray the evil that he couldn't help but feel that they committed.
"Huepow..." Surenia whispered.
"Don't worry about it; I've gotten worse wounds than this." Huepow said, looking at his hand.
"But, I shouldn't have struck out at you like that..."
"You were angry. There's nothing you could have done to betray your feelings. I should've told you about the Veyanere thing earlier."
"...so when do we go?"
"Go...?"
"To Phantomile. I have a duty to perform, yes?"
"Surenia!"
"Don't worry; age isn't a factor if you're determined enough to do something."
"...we'll go tomorrow?"
"Sure!"
Surenia jumped out of his bed and into Huepow's arms. The prince happily took the invitation to a hug, but his happiness betrayed his true feelings. Deep down, he was worried; worried that something would happen to Surenia. Was a journey like this really something someone his age could handle? If not, how would Surenia be affected? The prince had so many questions, but he didn't bring them up...he didn't want to...
To Be Continued...
ValkierieDjermegandre: I'll try not to make the chapters so long in the future. Sorry!