Legal Notice: I don't own any of these characters
other than the Multi-Dragoons. The rest are owned
by Sony and
Other respective companies that made the great
game.
Spoiler Alert: This fic contains major spoilers. It
would be best if you have beaten the game before
reading.
The New Crisis
All around Neet people were trying to repair
the damage caused by the Black Monster twenty
six years ago. Everyone had a job except the kids
that happily ran wild around the town. It was a
scene that made any viewer feel the warmth and
friendliness of this small village.
A young man working on the tallest building,
the Feld Mansion, knocks over a large log by
accident. The log hurdles down towards a small boy
picking daisies. A worker looks up into the sun and
sees the log. He yells for the boy to move, but the
boy continues to blindly pick the daisies that fill
the street.
As the village looks on in dread, everyone to
shocked to help the poor boy, a flash of orange
appears out of nowhere and rams the log. It is
knocked over to the material bin for the
construction of the new church. As the orange blur
lands it slows so that everybody can see that it is
in reality a male teenager.
The teen lands in front of the boy and picks a
few daisies. He gives the daisies to the kid as the
boy smiles brightly. Then he turns around and
everyone can get the details of how he looks. He
looks about 19 and wears bright decorative orange
armor with a red and orange jewel and the middle.
He also wears red gauntlets and black jeans with
red knee pads and brown boots.
He is carrying two swords. One on his side and
one on his back. They don't match. The one to the
side is plain looking like it was homemade, but the
one on his back was very expensive looking with a
red ruby handle and a beautiful gold hand guard
with a hard black leather sheath.
As his platinum hair blows wildly in the wind,
another young man probably in his early twenties
walks up. He is wearing red armor with red elbow
brackets and gauntlets on his left arm but only a
brown glove on his right hand. He has light blonde
hair and wears a red headband. Dust covers his
boots and black jeans. His hand waits by his sword
that calmly rests on his left hip. He speaks.
?????: Hi I'm Dart Feld.
He offers his hand but the teen just stands
there. He puts his hand down and speaks again.
Dart: That was some nice skills you used to save
little Usda there. Thanks.
The teen speaks up finally breaking his
silence.
Teen: Dart, Why are you running away from the calls
of your spirit?
Dart is stunned. Lately he had felt as if he
should be doing something elsewhere, but he always
pushed it aside.
Dart: Excuse me?
Dart's hand moved closer to his sword as he
waited for the teen's response.
Teen: Don't you think we should talk in a less
crowded location?
Dart: Yes I think we should.
The two walked off into a grassy plain at the
edge of town.
Dart: Mind telling me how you knew I had been
feeling strange lately?
Teen: I am Snap Orphan, and I am a Dragoon like
you.
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END OF CHAPTER ONE
Got you wondering now don't I.
Please send me feedback.
(Maxsnapdragoon@yahoo.com or
plasmadraggon@yahoo.com)
other than the Multi-Dragoons. The rest are owned
by Sony and
Other respective companies that made the great
game.
Spoiler Alert: This fic contains major spoilers. It
would be best if you have beaten the game before
reading.
The New Crisis
All around Neet people were trying to repair
the damage caused by the Black Monster twenty
six years ago. Everyone had a job except the kids
that happily ran wild around the town. It was a
scene that made any viewer feel the warmth and
friendliness of this small village.
A young man working on the tallest building,
the Feld Mansion, knocks over a large log by
accident. The log hurdles down towards a small boy
picking daisies. A worker looks up into the sun and
sees the log. He yells for the boy to move, but the
boy continues to blindly pick the daisies that fill
the street.
As the village looks on in dread, everyone to
shocked to help the poor boy, a flash of orange
appears out of nowhere and rams the log. It is
knocked over to the material bin for the
construction of the new church. As the orange blur
lands it slows so that everybody can see that it is
in reality a male teenager.
The teen lands in front of the boy and picks a
few daisies. He gives the daisies to the kid as the
boy smiles brightly. Then he turns around and
everyone can get the details of how he looks. He
looks about 19 and wears bright decorative orange
armor with a red and orange jewel and the middle.
He also wears red gauntlets and black jeans with
red knee pads and brown boots.
He is carrying two swords. One on his side and
one on his back. They don't match. The one to the
side is plain looking like it was homemade, but the
one on his back was very expensive looking with a
red ruby handle and a beautiful gold hand guard
with a hard black leather sheath.
As his platinum hair blows wildly in the wind,
another young man probably in his early twenties
walks up. He is wearing red armor with red elbow
brackets and gauntlets on his left arm but only a
brown glove on his right hand. He has light blonde
hair and wears a red headband. Dust covers his
boots and black jeans. His hand waits by his sword
that calmly rests on his left hip. He speaks.
?????: Hi I'm Dart Feld.
He offers his hand but the teen just stands
there. He puts his hand down and speaks again.
Dart: That was some nice skills you used to save
little Usda there. Thanks.
The teen speaks up finally breaking his
silence.
Teen: Dart, Why are you running away from the calls
of your spirit?
Dart is stunned. Lately he had felt as if he
should be doing something elsewhere, but he always
pushed it aside.
Dart: Excuse me?
Dart's hand moved closer to his sword as he
waited for the teen's response.
Teen: Don't you think we should talk in a less
crowded location?
Dart: Yes I think we should.
The two walked off into a grassy plain at the
edge of town.
Dart: Mind telling me how you knew I had been
feeling strange lately?
Teen: I am Snap Orphan, and I am a Dragoon like
you.
***********************************************
******************
END OF CHAPTER ONE
Got you wondering now don't I.
Please send me feedback.
(Maxsnapdragoon@yahoo.com or
plasmadraggon@yahoo.com)