Arc's Origin Chapter 3

"That half-dragon..." Arc thought. He seemed familiar to Arc, but he couldn't remember. Something drove him to follow the dragon, even though he knew he wasn't allowed in the Guardian Tower under any circumstances. As he approached the guards tensed, and quickly crossed spears, blocking his path. Arc flinched and to his surprise, the guards suddenly uncrossed the spears. "Arc?" one asked. "That's me..." Arc replied. "I have orders to give you this upon your arrival." The guard handed him an envelope. A wax stamp was sealing it, and the icon of a dragon was stamped into it. Arc wonderingly opened the letter, and inside was a certificate. He unfolded it and muttered it to himself. "Congratulations! You are hereby given the privelage to access the sacred Guardian Tower, and all the treasures and secrets that lie within it. As a gift to your beginning of being a Guardian, you will be given 1,000 gold pieces upon your first arrival to the tower, and a sacred set of armor proving your rank of Guardian."

Arc couldn't believe it. How could this be? He had not paid the cost of this? Was it a mistake? "Who granted me entry?" he asked the guard who had handed him the envelope. "Ah! It was a very high ranked guardian who goes by the name of Drake. He is a rare and powerful warrior, a dracomancer, and respected by many." Arc noticed a figure hidden in the shadows of the tower slip away, and caught a glimpse of the tip of a white-silver slide away along with the figure. "Drake..." he whispered. He knew of dracomancers. Powerful human-dragon breeds that could summon and become dragons themselves. Walking into the tower, an awe inspiring sight was before him. Treasure everywhere, and armored warriors as well. Weapons lined the walls, and armored statues guarded every wall and hallway. As he stopped to look, Arc was greeted by a man in grey, gold trimmed armor. "Welcome to the guardian tower. Please, follow me." The man walked down to one of the statues and removed the armor from it. "Here, lets give you a realset of armor. Arc couldn't believe it. He put on the armor after removing his old beaten set, and allready felt stronger and more confident. "Wow..." he said. The man turned to him. "If you like the armor, you'll love the sword." "SWORD?" Arc shouted. "The certificate said nothing of a sword! This is amazing! I get a sword too?" The man smirked. "Yes you get a sword...quit shouting...now this sword is extremely powerful! It must not fall into unworthy hands, so use it wisely. When in need, it will summon a powerful dragon to aid you in your battle. The Guardian Dragon will fight by your side when it can. Be wary, he can't be everywhere at once." Arc nodded. "Now for your third gift. The gold pieces." As the guardian opened a chest filled with shining piles of beautiful gold, Arc's eyes shimmered. "I suggest spending these on a few pets and some weapons if your looking to be a better warrior, as do all who come and join the Guardians." "Wow, thanks! Also, I never got your name."Arc replied. "I am Nimrod." Arc tried to hide a small laugh at the man's name. "Nimrod?" The man scowled. "Yes, and if you dare mock me it will be your throat that pays the price." Arc gulped. "Ok, bye now."

Arc left the main hall and wandered upstairs, once again in awe at the sight of so much wonder. He stayed the night in a room, overlooking the town of Battleon. "This could be the beginning..." Arc said to himself. "Maybe Yulgar was right afterall."