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[ Part 1 : The Fore-shadowing Dream ]
He woke up to an unfamiliar world of misery, death and darkness with a tired yawn and blurry eyes.
...
…What the-?
Quicker than lightning, the Yasyamon was on his feet in an instant, surveying with now fully-awakened eyes at his surroundings. He was standing among the remains of a felled building, with the sky a sickly dark-purple hue and the distant forest full of tree's corpses. There was no sign of life besides him.
His horror grew as he recognized the identity of the destroyed building. Even with the charred and destroyed walls and broken furniture, he recognized it. How could he not? For it was his home for all 16 years of his life. It was the Bludragon Family's Mansion—His home.
"No.." he breathe out shakily, terror gripping his young heart and shown on his feature. "No no no..!" With every useless denial, he shook his head and subconsciously backed away from the carnage. All the destruction… the heavy stench of Death…
…It was simply too much.
" Father!" he shout out, " Golde-niisan! Aa-niisan! Where are you all—Oomph!"
He soon found himself landing awkwardly on his back and staring at the dark, dreary sky. Wincing a little at the uncomfortable landing, he slowly sat up and wondered at what he had tripped over…
…What he saw almost caused his heart to stop beating.
It was a sword, the 'Celestial Dragon Sword' to be precise, and it was in a horrible condition. The Bludragon's family heirloom were lying there on the bare ground, a sad ghost of how it was before. The holy sword, which original length was twice the Yasyamon's height, had been broken in half with the sharp edge missing, the holy words imprinted on the side now incomplete. The edges were jagged and chipped, a fact the Dramon found both surprising and horrifying, considering his father had told him that the blade was made with the combination of both Black and Blue Chrome Digizoid, the rarest and strongest metals ever known in the entire Digital World! And also, staining the hilt and the blade besides the sands and dirt were—
With shaky hands, he slowly reached down and placed his hand around the hilt of the Celestial Dragon Blade…
…the blood were still drying.
Something inside him snapped, and tears began forming in his ruby-red eyes.
"FATHER!" He screamed at the top of his lungs, gripping the broken blade to his chest, " GOLDE-NIISAN! AA-NIISANNN! ANYBODY! Please—ANSWER ME!"
Silence answered him. And the young Armor-level, feeling depressed and scared and confused, could only continue kneeling on the ground as he hugged the sacrileged sword to his body, silent tears falling from his eyes. It was in that moment, in that sad and dreary atmosphere , did he hear something that caught him completely off-guard.
A sound of someone crying in the distance.
' There's…there's somebody else here than me..?' he thought, wiping the tears from his eyes. Crying won't do him any good now. If his father and Aa-niisan were here, they would shook their head disdainfully and told him to man up. As for Golde-niisan , he would have chided him for being such a crybaby.
"No." he whispered hoarsely to himself, voice still cracked from his earlier crying. " I shouldn't be crying. I'm a true-blood Bludragon for Azulongmon's sake! I should be trying to figure out what was going on, not acting like a hopeless weakling! Besides… why am I so easy to believe they are gone? They're warriors. Strong and smart. They wouldn't be deleted so easily…" he quickly shook his head before any negative thought came to him, and stood up. He was a bit unsteady on his feet, but the sword balanced him. He offered a quick prayer to the heavens for the Celestial Dragon sword, before he moved towards to his left where he figured the sound were coming from…
…He's going to get to the bottom of this whether he liked it or not.
The further he walked the clearer the sobbing became, proving that he was moving in the right direction. He found himself moving thru the once-familiar city of Eragon, only now the always bustling city were empty of its lively citizens and filled with destroyed buildings and empty streets. It was incredibly uncomforting, and he gripped the sword tighter before him 'Is everybody alright? What could have caused all this-?'
It was then did he noticed he was no longer alone.
He nearly jumped out of his skin when she suddenly appeared before him, a feminine figure wearing strange white garments. She just stood there, an eerie white glow surrounding her still form, staring directly at him with piercing blue orbs.
"Uwah!" he yelped and jumped backwards, he instinctively drew his weapon at her, stopping just before it stabbed her neck. "Wh-WHO ARE YOU?"
She kept staring at him with her crystal blue eyes, seemingly ignorant of how close she was to being beheaded by the lad. Said lad was about to demand an answer when she suddenly spoke, " I'm sorry."
The Yasyamon blinked dumbly, obviously not expecting THAT. It was then he decided to take a good look at the mysterious figure's face, and was shocked to see that she was crying.
"I'm sorry," she repeated in a soft and tranquil voice, but he could detect deep sadness and—Guilt(?) in the tone, " I'm so sorry… I should have… I'm sorry."
"Uhh,…" he stared openly at her, " It's.. Umm… It's fine. I'm alright. You just surprised me is all…" he lowered the sword from her neck when he saw that she wasn't doing anything suspicious. Besides, he also noticed she was unarmed, and Golde-niisan would kill him for pointing a weapon ( albeit a broken one) to a hapless lady, especially a distressed one. And with one long look into her beautiful yet sorrow-filled orbs, she was definitely distressed.
He stood a respectful distance away from her, observing her from head-to-toe. She was a head shorter than him, and he was at least 5'10''. She wore a plain white robe under several white armor with exotic blue linings around her waist, arms, feet and chest. Her unruffled platinum blonde hair fell all the way to her waist. She also wore a white and gold headdress on her crown, just above her eyes. He decided she was really quite lovely, and was relief when he saw her stopped crying. Yet the distress in her eyes lingers as she continued looking at him with guilt and sadness. "I'm sorry…"
He gave a warm smile, " Hey, it's alright, you didn't do anything wrong at all… If anything, I should apologize to YOU for pointing my blade at you, miss." When he saw the sadness remained he decided it might be better to change the subject, " Excuse me if I sound quite daft—but do you know what in the world happened here? I awaken just a few moments ago to find my house in ruins and my family—and everyone else apparently—nowhere around! I was hoping , if you don't find it too much trouble, to please enlighten me on what has happened to Draconia and its people?" He gazed straight into her eyes, truly hoping she would answer his questions. It was killing him on the inside!
He watched as she drew a long, sad sigh, before turning her gaze towards the even more depressing surrounding with a sympathetic look in her eyes, " This… is the Future, Sir Zexan Bludragon."
...What?
"Excuse me?" he stared at her with all new shock because One; her unexpected answer and Two; she knew his name despite him vividly remembered he had not told her. " What do you mean? And how did you know my name?"
A soft, knowing look crossed her face, " I know a lot of things about you, Sir Zexan… I know about your love for your family and friends, and your brave and righteous heart. I know how sincere you are with your actions, and how you would always help anybody in trouble, even if they're your enemy. I know all that, Sir Zexan… and I know I can count on you."
Suddenly, she reached out and grabbed his right hand (Which currently wasn't holding the sword). He instantly blushed at the close contact, not exactly accustomed to holding hands with any females. But his surprise automatically changed into confusion as he hears her next words, "Please," she gave him a desperate look, " You have to understand… There was NOTHING I could do to stop this. I have tried. Even when the Sovereigns had failed. I had done EVERYTHING in my power to stop all this ! But he was strong… He was too strong…"
OK, so much for getting any answer.. She was giving him more questions! "Ex-Excuse me?" he stuttered, "Who is he?—Who are YOU?"
Her next gaze became more sympathetic, as if she knew something bad was going to happen…and she could do nothing about it. She reluctantly let go of his hand, and whispered in a dark tone " The 'Dark One'… and we need you, Sir Zexan."
Strong winds suddenly blew over them, nearly knocking him of his feet had he not caught himself in time. Loud, wicked laughter that would send chills down anyone's spine echoed through the air, combining with the shrill wind to produce a sound so unpleasant he closed his ears with his hands in an attempt to block it out. He watched with a new wave of terror as, in the distant, shadows so dark and complete loomed over the land, enveloping everything in its path.
"Wha-what—WHAT IS THAT?"he shouted through the shrilling winds. He turned his attention back to the girl, and saw she was crying again. "It's coming…"
His eyes widened as he heard the next words.
"The Darkest Nights will consume us all…and we need a Hero…Sir Zexan."
That was when the darkest consumed them, and the ground, the sky, and the mysterious girl were gone. He found himself free-falling through the darkness, and his scream echoed thru the emptiness…
So yeah, that was the first chapter. Ya, I originally wanted to put 'Yasyamon' as the main character, but since he wasn't in the option I have decided on the closest thing to him...Magnamon! Well, I hope that cleared up some confusion. Oh well~!
Anyway, the next chapter will depict Zexan and his family. So read and review, please?
