Leviathan's Daughter
GoldenEagle
Author's Note: Another chapter! This was written when I should have been doing homework and sleeping. Oh well. This is pretty short, because I believe the next chapter may be a bit long. It should have the original hero's in it, I imagine. Anyways, this is still basically the story of the Four, so it's mostly the legend. Besides that, nothing new.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
"So, you're telling me that these four angels/gods created an entire world?" Persephone asked, not quite believing it.
Leviathan chuckled. ~You seem to be forgetting the fact that they had seen the whole thing done before, and that they were probably the second most powerful beings to ever have existed.~
"Yeah, but still..."
~Do you want to hear the rest of the story or not, child?~ Leviathan asked, his exhaustion getting the better of him momentarily. She merely nodded mutely, though he couldn't see her. But he sensed her response and continued on. ~Despite the desperate flee from the Old World, a piece of a great evil that had built there and killed its spirit had followed, for in the heart of every man hides this poison. A group rose up and overthrew the Four. Scattered them and left only the descendants alive, somehow killing the true Four. Gaea suffered greatly from this. It is then that Gaea started to follow the fate of earth, dying quietly. Most of the descendants were killed, and the Draconians hid their wings, until there were only four mortal descendants left. The prophecies had foretold of the Four that remained. The line of the Fourth was crippled badly, and a dark magic, or perhaps a disease, seeped into that blood line. The flame within him died, threatening to destroy the only chance at peace we had left. If one died, then it was all over. Restoration would be lost, and it was believed that a chain reaction would bring down each and every one of the Four. And then, Gaea would die completely.~
"But... You said I'm the only one left."
~Yes. You are. But back at this point in the story, all Four were still alive, though mortal, though weak. And, as I said, the Fourth line had been defiled. This is when I come into the story. I was created at the beginning, along with the first humans. I was meant to be a protector, of sorts. I had a small roll, considering the Four took care of everything, but it was still a roll I held with pride. When the Four took to Gaea, I followed. On the Old World, I was being hunted, and I knew that if the humans had the power to destroy Atlantis, they had the power to mutilate me. Once on Gaea, I could do little against the evil that had erupted. Many of my kind were destroyed. Many ceased to exist. And all those born afterwards were slow beasts, little intelligence in them, savage creatures. But when the Fourth was injured, his flame snuffed out, pathetically human, and a dying one at that, I took care of him. And I breathed into him my life, my fire, my blood. He became of my flesh. He became my son.~
"You called me your son. You called me your child." Persephone said, breathless.
A smirk crossed the Ancient's face. ~Sorry, I was... Taken back. See, this boy became my family, his fire, his power rekindled by my life. He left after he recovered. He promised to return. He never did. Instead, he took pride in the dragon blood within him, though it was so small a thing compared to the real blood in his veins. And that evil that was utterly human, that poison that had twisted the species, grew strong in him. He went mad. He destroyed the Third. He wrote Gaea's, and the Old World's, doom in stone. He betrayed me.~ Persephone felt sick suddenly, as if the very words were horrible, the very thought of this murder unthinkable. Leviathan turned his head towards her and a full, hopeful, dragon smile crossed his lips. ~But, see, he didn't return to me, but you did. You, my daughter, have found me once more. And it is good, too. For the life that I put in your line was hard to obtain, and once I opened the door of that immortal power, it could not be shut. My life has been leaking from me for hundreds of years, ever since I saved your line, a constant stream, though small.~
A cold chill bolted through Persephone and she sat up, looking at the great and beautiful creature in the eyes, though one of his was clouded by blindness. "What do you mean?"
~I am dying, Daughter.~
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Despite Persephone's earlier yearning for sleep, she could not find rest. She was pushed against his stomach, him on his side. The warmth that radiated from Leviathan's body kept the cold away and gave her time to think. It was hard to imagine the turns of events that had brought her thus far. From earth to Zaibach to the warmth of a dying dragon. Looking back on her life, she knew that Earth had never been her home. Her family, as she had called it, had been a lie. They gave her love, yes, and they died trying to save her, but they weren't her flesh. They weren't her destiny.
Her mind floated gently back to the Zaibach floating fortress, to a sleeping, momentarily peaceful Dillandau and a stern, heartbroken prince. 'Folken...' She shivered, despite her warmth. She needed him. She belonged with him. She sighed and bit her lip, only to be reminded of their kiss. God, she was losing it. No. No, she would be strong, she would be-
But a sudden sadness hit her and she closed her eyes, tears seeping through. She knew some of the anguish was coming from an outside influence. 'Folken. Oh, God, Folken. You went through with it. You're attacking Fanalia.' And it was true, for she could feel his pain, his brokeness, and she could see, playing out on the back of her eyelids, a city covered in fire. Dillandau had struck again.
GoldenEagle
Author's Note: Another chapter! This was written when I should have been doing homework and sleeping. Oh well. This is pretty short, because I believe the next chapter may be a bit long. It should have the original hero's in it, I imagine. Anyways, this is still basically the story of the Four, so it's mostly the legend. Besides that, nothing new.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
"So, you're telling me that these four angels/gods created an entire world?" Persephone asked, not quite believing it.
Leviathan chuckled. ~You seem to be forgetting the fact that they had seen the whole thing done before, and that they were probably the second most powerful beings to ever have existed.~
"Yeah, but still..."
~Do you want to hear the rest of the story or not, child?~ Leviathan asked, his exhaustion getting the better of him momentarily. She merely nodded mutely, though he couldn't see her. But he sensed her response and continued on. ~Despite the desperate flee from the Old World, a piece of a great evil that had built there and killed its spirit had followed, for in the heart of every man hides this poison. A group rose up and overthrew the Four. Scattered them and left only the descendants alive, somehow killing the true Four. Gaea suffered greatly from this. It is then that Gaea started to follow the fate of earth, dying quietly. Most of the descendants were killed, and the Draconians hid their wings, until there were only four mortal descendants left. The prophecies had foretold of the Four that remained. The line of the Fourth was crippled badly, and a dark magic, or perhaps a disease, seeped into that blood line. The flame within him died, threatening to destroy the only chance at peace we had left. If one died, then it was all over. Restoration would be lost, and it was believed that a chain reaction would bring down each and every one of the Four. And then, Gaea would die completely.~
"But... You said I'm the only one left."
~Yes. You are. But back at this point in the story, all Four were still alive, though mortal, though weak. And, as I said, the Fourth line had been defiled. This is when I come into the story. I was created at the beginning, along with the first humans. I was meant to be a protector, of sorts. I had a small roll, considering the Four took care of everything, but it was still a roll I held with pride. When the Four took to Gaea, I followed. On the Old World, I was being hunted, and I knew that if the humans had the power to destroy Atlantis, they had the power to mutilate me. Once on Gaea, I could do little against the evil that had erupted. Many of my kind were destroyed. Many ceased to exist. And all those born afterwards were slow beasts, little intelligence in them, savage creatures. But when the Fourth was injured, his flame snuffed out, pathetically human, and a dying one at that, I took care of him. And I breathed into him my life, my fire, my blood. He became of my flesh. He became my son.~
"You called me your son. You called me your child." Persephone said, breathless.
A smirk crossed the Ancient's face. ~Sorry, I was... Taken back. See, this boy became my family, his fire, his power rekindled by my life. He left after he recovered. He promised to return. He never did. Instead, he took pride in the dragon blood within him, though it was so small a thing compared to the real blood in his veins. And that evil that was utterly human, that poison that had twisted the species, grew strong in him. He went mad. He destroyed the Third. He wrote Gaea's, and the Old World's, doom in stone. He betrayed me.~ Persephone felt sick suddenly, as if the very words were horrible, the very thought of this murder unthinkable. Leviathan turned his head towards her and a full, hopeful, dragon smile crossed his lips. ~But, see, he didn't return to me, but you did. You, my daughter, have found me once more. And it is good, too. For the life that I put in your line was hard to obtain, and once I opened the door of that immortal power, it could not be shut. My life has been leaking from me for hundreds of years, ever since I saved your line, a constant stream, though small.~
A cold chill bolted through Persephone and she sat up, looking at the great and beautiful creature in the eyes, though one of his was clouded by blindness. "What do you mean?"
~I am dying, Daughter.~
**********
Despite Persephone's earlier yearning for sleep, she could not find rest. She was pushed against his stomach, him on his side. The warmth that radiated from Leviathan's body kept the cold away and gave her time to think. It was hard to imagine the turns of events that had brought her thus far. From earth to Zaibach to the warmth of a dying dragon. Looking back on her life, she knew that Earth had never been her home. Her family, as she had called it, had been a lie. They gave her love, yes, and they died trying to save her, but they weren't her flesh. They weren't her destiny.
Her mind floated gently back to the Zaibach floating fortress, to a sleeping, momentarily peaceful Dillandau and a stern, heartbroken prince. 'Folken...' She shivered, despite her warmth. She needed him. She belonged with him. She sighed and bit her lip, only to be reminded of their kiss. God, she was losing it. No. No, she would be strong, she would be-
But a sudden sadness hit her and she closed her eyes, tears seeping through. She knew some of the anguish was coming from an outside influence. 'Folken. Oh, God, Folken. You went through with it. You're attacking Fanalia.' And it was true, for she could feel his pain, his brokeness, and she could see, playing out on the back of her eyelids, a city covered in fire. Dillandau had struck again.