Author's Notes: Hi again!!! Boy am I a bit hyper from all that candy!!! Isn't that right, Matt? Matt? Matt!!!
Matt: Huh? What?
Me: I said-oh never mind, hey! Get out of my candy!!!
Matt: But you have so much! You don't mind sharing with me, do ya?
Me: Oh, go ahead. I feel nice today. Just say the disclaimer and you can indulge yourself in my candy.
Matt: Really? What will you eat?
Me: I'll steal Tai's.
Matt: Okay. Melissa doesn't own digimon, they belong to Toei and some Japanese people. If you sue her you'll get nothing...at the most.
Dungeons & Destinies
Part Eight: The Valkyrie's Wings
Matt's POV:
Falling...down, down, down to the forest below. My life was over. I was going to die at the young age of fourteen. I'd never see my brother, my parents, my girlfriend, or my friends again. This time there was no prophecy to save me(Author's Note: It'll all be explained in my next fic, don't panic!), this time I wasn't coming back. I closed my eyes, bracing myself for that brief moment of pain before my life ended.
It came. A burning, stabbing pain in my spinal area. I opened my eyes. Had I hit the ground? No, I was still falling. I gasped as the pain in my back increased. I just couldn't take it anymore! I screamed in pain and shut my eyes. What was going on? Why wouldn't it stop?!
It was then that I heard the sound. A sort of whooshing sound, like a bird flapping its wings. The pain in my back ceased and I felt a weight on my shoulders. I stopped falling and just...hovered there. I was aware of a flapping sound behind me. I spun around, expecting to see the dragon, but nothing. It was then that I noticed them. Two large feathery white wings were protruding out of my back. I had wings! I was flying!
"Woah," I breathed. "This must be what Mornai meant."
I spun around and came face to face with the dragon. It had flown off the cliff and was headed straight for me, jaws agape. I flew to the side, but I wasn't accustomed to flight, so I kind of teetered a bit in mid air.
"Okay, now!" I yelled at the dragon, while pulling out my sword. "You knocked the wrong guy off a cliff!"
I charged at the dragon, bringing my sword around the slash at the dragon. With a cry of rage a thrust the blade into the dragon. I hit it straight in the eye. With a roar of pain and fury, the dragon turned around and flew off. I breathed a sigh of relief. *That was close, just way to close.* I had faced death for a second time and lived. I was hoping I didn't go for three.
"Now I can look for the others," I told myself. "These new wings will sure make the search easier."
I flapped my new wings and took off towards the distance. I caught sight of a griffyn give a cry of rage and dive down into the trees. I thought it best to check it out.
To be continued...
Well, that's part 8 for ya'll! Hope you like it! For anyone who's wondering, no, I didn't base this fic entirely on DND. I've taken info from several RPG's my friends or I have played: DND, Edge of Time, Gauntlet Legends, Might and Magic, Magic the Gathering, and just some random ones many of my friends have made up. Part 9 will be coming soon! I hope...
Matt: Huh? What?
Me: I said-oh never mind, hey! Get out of my candy!!!
Matt: But you have so much! You don't mind sharing with me, do ya?
Me: Oh, go ahead. I feel nice today. Just say the disclaimer and you can indulge yourself in my candy.
Matt: Really? What will you eat?
Me: I'll steal Tai's.
Matt: Okay. Melissa doesn't own digimon, they belong to Toei and some Japanese people. If you sue her you'll get nothing...at the most.
Dungeons & Destinies
Part Eight: The Valkyrie's Wings
Matt's POV:
Falling...down, down, down to the forest below. My life was over. I was going to die at the young age of fourteen. I'd never see my brother, my parents, my girlfriend, or my friends again. This time there was no prophecy to save me(Author's Note: It'll all be explained in my next fic, don't panic!), this time I wasn't coming back. I closed my eyes, bracing myself for that brief moment of pain before my life ended.
It came. A burning, stabbing pain in my spinal area. I opened my eyes. Had I hit the ground? No, I was still falling. I gasped as the pain in my back increased. I just couldn't take it anymore! I screamed in pain and shut my eyes. What was going on? Why wouldn't it stop?!
It was then that I heard the sound. A sort of whooshing sound, like a bird flapping its wings. The pain in my back ceased and I felt a weight on my shoulders. I stopped falling and just...hovered there. I was aware of a flapping sound behind me. I spun around, expecting to see the dragon, but nothing. It was then that I noticed them. Two large feathery white wings were protruding out of my back. I had wings! I was flying!
"Woah," I breathed. "This must be what Mornai meant."
I spun around and came face to face with the dragon. It had flown off the cliff and was headed straight for me, jaws agape. I flew to the side, but I wasn't accustomed to flight, so I kind of teetered a bit in mid air.
"Okay, now!" I yelled at the dragon, while pulling out my sword. "You knocked the wrong guy off a cliff!"
I charged at the dragon, bringing my sword around the slash at the dragon. With a cry of rage a thrust the blade into the dragon. I hit it straight in the eye. With a roar of pain and fury, the dragon turned around and flew off. I breathed a sigh of relief. *That was close, just way to close.* I had faced death for a second time and lived. I was hoping I didn't go for three.
"Now I can look for the others," I told myself. "These new wings will sure make the search easier."
I flapped my new wings and took off towards the distance. I caught sight of a griffyn give a cry of rage and dive down into the trees. I thought it best to check it out.
To be continued...
Well, that's part 8 for ya'll! Hope you like it! For anyone who's wondering, no, I didn't base this fic entirely on DND. I've taken info from several RPG's my friends or I have played: DND, Edge of Time, Gauntlet Legends, Might and Magic, Magic the Gathering, and just some random ones many of my friends have made up. Part 9 will be coming soon! I hope...
