Chapter One: The Dream of Life
Before the story begins do you all mind if I rant and whine a bit? Don't worry it won't take too long. ^_-
1. This story is a rough draft so C&C is welcomed and needed.
2. This story is shonen ai/ yaoi type stuff, it's AshleyxSydney pairing,
but not too mushy I promise. (They kinda hate each other right now)
SD Sydney: I think that's a major turn off you'd better put some lemon in here.
SD Me: No way! This story will be thoughtful and meaningful dammit!
SD Sydney: I think your just trying to find a good excuse for Ashley and I to be a couple, which is fine but I want some lemon woman!!
SD Ashley: >_ Be good. (holds a mace quite threateningly)
SD Sydney: Fine I'll have to make my own lemon. (grabs Ashley and drags him away.)
SD Me: O.O Anyway this ia Alternate Universe fic (creativity is fun!) so Ashley and Sydney will be a bit out of character. Anyway that's all! Finally! Thanks for reading.
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"This a interesting way to
spend the after life." Sydney Losstarot remarked with a gesture of a metal
claw. Currently he was walking through a meadow filled with sweet smelling
flowers and a blue sky, with a panther beside him.
"You really piss me
off." The panther growled softly. "Was it really such a difficult task
to stay alive? The great and powerful Sydney killed by a dying old man.
You are a complete ass."
The slight blonde
shrugged off the comment and reached down to pluck a flower from the ground.
"Mullenkamp, of all forms… why a panther?" He asked plucking off each perfect
petal and letting the wind carry them away.
"It amuses me. Why do you
keep your claws?" She replied.
"They amuse me." He
replied dryly tossing aside the remaining stem.
"He will die. Is that
what you want Sydney?" Mullenkamp said with a snarl returning to the subject
that she had been trying to bring to the stubborn sorcerer's mind since
he died.
"Ashley Riot doesn't
need me and I'm tired, sick of the games I've had to play." Sydney admitted,
folding metal arms across his chest.
The panther stopped
in her tracks for a moment and stared at the slight young man near her.
"Didn't think you were the type capable for a conscience. It doesn't matter
what you think however in this matter Sydney. You know I'm right, if he
dies everything will be lost."
"Mullenkamp when a new successor
is chosen there is never a need for the old Rood Bearer to live. What is
so damn different now?" Sydney asked outright sick of her constant harping.
"A great deal, every
Rood Bearer is chosen as you know to face a certain calamity or play a
role in those events. Ashley Riot with face something that is well beyond
his power and that is why I warned you of the your father's intentions.
But you never listen or care." The panther said with weary exasperation.
With a sigh the former priestess changed forms, back into her original
human shape. With a wave of a braceleted arm she indicated for Sydney to
follow her.
While the scenery did not
change, little ever changed in this place, it was not the heaven so often
supposed by others. It was merely where Mullenkamp's domain, to be put
simply and followers of other Gods would a find a place among them.
Or that was, as much the former priestess would divulge to her prophet.
After a few moments Sydney found a pond laying by his feet, filled with
shimmering water that gave it a strange mirror like quality. However the
figure of Goddess and prophet were the only images seen in its depths.
Always one for melodrama.
Sydney thought sourly as Mullenkamp turned to face him, a grim look on
her face. She gestured to the mirror like water and it immediately shifted,
distorting both images until it was nothing but a blur of color. The sorcerer
waited impatiently folding iron clad arms across his pale chest as the
water cleared, bringing the images or Ashley Riot and a battle.
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In the midst of a densely
clad forest walked a brown cloaked figure. The hood was drawn securely
over the giant figure's face, obscuring any hope of a view of his face.
Despite the figure's size it moved rather quickly even as light began to
retreat quickly from it's vision. A disquieting chill settled over the
area and the forest seemed to be holding its breath, for there was no sound
at all.
A hand from under the protective
covers of the cloak reached upward to pull it off and tossed it aside.
There stood Ashley Riot, a changed man from his experiences from Lea Monde,
his expression was still as cold as ever but an aura of power emanated
him that was no longer merely physical. He was clad only in pitch-black
pants and arm length leather gloves of a similar color. In a flash Ashley's
preferred sword, the Fandango, appeared in his hands.
"Show yourself." The Rood
Bearer said with calm steely voice. After a moment of unnatural silence
the air began to crackle and sizzle with electricity, a circle of Dark
power glowing beneath Ashley's feet. The energy gathered itself in front
of the former VKP agent; beginning to take on a resemblance of a human
form, it appeared partially rotted and icily pale.
As the form became clearer Ashley recognized who the monster was. "Guildenstern?"
"I will have my vengeance
Riot." The undead pointed a once elegantly clad arm at Ashley. An analyze
grimoire, that had been cast when the monster had first began to appear
revealed that his opponent would be quite a challenge. Energy began to
crackle in Guildenstern's hands as Ashley charged forward, sword gleaming
in the fading light. The undead stood firm and blocked the intended blow
and all the others in the chain of blows that followed. With a mere backhand
he sent the young man stumbling backward. The former man's speed was unnaturally
fast as it unloosed the spell from its fingertips.
However the young Rood Bearer
was prepared with a teleportation spell, as the spell landed burning the
ground he had stood on. Guildenstern stared in wide-eyed confusion and
then a sword slashed his backside. The former Crimson Blades' leader
swung around his sword slashing fast towards its intended target.
However a shield appeared
in Ashley's hand instantly blocking the attack. The knight's sword found
its way to the zombie's shoulder, discolored blood spewing from the wound.
The zombie's eyes flashed blood red as a hand snapped to Ashley's wrist
crushing it in a powerful grip. The knight's face contorted in agony, surprise
and pain forcing him to drop his sword.
Ashley forced his body to remain steady, trying to keep the undead's
sword firmly blocked with his shield. However Guildenstern had other plans;
he dragged the former Riskbreaker forward by his wrist attempting break
Ashley's grip on the shield however the knight merely let the shield go
and ducked the sword grazing a shoulder. Then Ashley tackled the zombie
knocking it down. In a flash Ashley retrieved his sword and flipped backwards,
standing and ready with another attack. The Dark swirled on his fingertips
answering eagerly to his call, Guildenstern shambled to his feet just as
a spout of flame burst into life covering the zombie in fiery tendrils
of unforgiving heat. The zombie screamed its anger and pain as it charged
forward sword slashing at Ashley.
The knight dodged easily,
teleporting behind the raging undead. Ashley's blade stained with crimson
as it barraged Guildenstern with a chain of staggering blows. However when
the knight finally missed the zombie took an opportunity to tackle Ashley,
before the intended victim could realize what was happening, and dig its
teeth into his shoulder. The pain and nausea only managed to enrage the
knight, a howl escaping his lips as his sword flashed upward breaking the
connection between head and neck. He pulled the head off his shoulder by
its hair, and stood up kicking the body away from the missing body part
it searched for. Then the knight stepped back and energy burst from his
hand engulfing the body and then it exploded in a flash of light.
The head's eyes rolled in its head appearing quite dead but the former
Riskbreaker knew better, he had to. With an almost a cruel thought Ashley's
sword disappeared from his hands and seconds later a huge mace replaced
it. Guildenstern's eyes widened in horror at the knight's evil smirk as
the hammer lifted and then came crashing down upon it.
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"I wonder where he learned
to think like that." Mullenkamp asked with a wry smile as the scene faded
from view.
The sorcerer didn't bother
to repress a chuckle, seeing that bastard Guildenstern killed like that
was absolutely delicious revenge. Despite the implications from the scene
he had just viewed.
"Who has the power to bring
Guildenstern back is the question you're expecting me to ask right?" Sydney
finally asked folding metal arms across his chest.
"I've learned to expect
anything from you my evil little prophet." Mullenkamp teased as she stood
absently brushing off his skirt.
"Yet you do expect to beg
for existence for the sake of dear Ashley." The sorcerer returned angrily
and turned his back on the goddess. "I'm not going back, he's better off
alone."
"Don't be that way." A pair
of silk clad arms circled Sydney's waist in a gentle hug, the sorcerer
cursed under his breath but allowed himself to lean in the comfort offered.
It reminded him of his childhood when his only companions were the spirits
of the dead, and the silk clad woman would enfold him in a warm embrace.
"I bet you wish for the Rood Bearer's touch rather than mine. I'm not jealous
but I'd rather not see love blind one such as you. Be wary little one for
this chosen one is a double edged sword."
Sydney stiffened from her
words. "Be silent." He commanded although truly Mullenkamp was only humoring
him by complying. All around them it was silent save for a gentle wind
that blew threw the grass, trees, and the pond at their feet. One could
almost believe this place to be real Sydney thought for a moment, that
one was truly still alive. It was like being another world, a place that
was silent, beautiful, and lonely as a grave.
I'm so selfish the sorcerer
thought, I want Ashley back even if it means hurting him again. "Is there
really a purpose for my return to mortal existence?" Sydney asked with
a sigh.
"To protect the one you
love." Mullenkamp's laugh tinkled in his ear and she let go of her prophet.
"You are a manipulative
wretch."
"And you are quite fortunate
that I love you so much dear Sydney. Now go to your master like a good
boy." She laughed again and with a swirl of skirts disappeared from Sydney's
view.
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What is going on between Ashley and Syddie boy? What the heck is Mullenkamp talking about? Could this chapter be anymore vague and confusing? Is Guildenstern's resurrection pointless vengence by a silly author or is there a major plot point here? Will the author stop doing stupid SD scenes with Ashley and Sydney? Some of these questions will be answered on the next chapter of this nameless fic!
(As you may tell this author likes her DragonballZ, it's very good!)