Emotionless.....?
A young girl stood at the doorway to and abandoned castle. She had strawberry blonde hair that just passed her shoulders. She had a white jacket that that had a torn crest on one side, royal blue trousers that were cut to just above the ankles and boots. From her belt hung a sheath which held an unused sword, its hilt was golden with two Western Dragons decorating it, it had the letters Drasla embedded in silver, which was short for Dragon Slayer. She had a beautiful Golden eye on the left side of her face, and on the right side, a scar that looked like a small dagger.
Giaz was the girls name, she was of Feiwyn race, so the long tail, wings and cat ears she had were nothing unusual. She was a girl of many wonders, no one really knew her true background, but if you look closely at the torn crest you can just make out a wolf's head and part of a blue cross, the Highland crest. People say she is an undead mercenary. Others say she was a member of the Royal family, but that was just a little too farfetched, but then again, Feiwyns have incredible longevity, so maybe she was really about 400 years old. But there were so many rumours; no one knew which one to believe.
She flicked her tail impatiently as she planned what to do next, she had been sent here, as there have been rumours of a monster and a mysterious shadow lurking inside, causing many problems for passer-by's and other warriors that attempted to take them on. But Giaz was determined to slay the monster and find out who or what the so-called shadow is.
Giaz walked up the cracked and crumbling stairway and pushed open the heavy double doors. Slowly she stepped into the castles main hallway. She took slow steps through the hallway, each step echoing through the emptiness. She heard the whistling of wind but never took heed to it, it was just wind. But when she thought twice, there was no wind that day.
Giaz took a few quick breaths and continued on. The wind must be magic...or monsters breath. A few seconds after that thought she heard a monsters cry, undoubtedly a dragon. She spun around, and then again, there was no dragon. She glanced around once again but again saw no dragon, or any monster for that matter. She heard the dragon growl in its throat, and then it was a clear as day, there it was! At the top of the stairway, standing out like an optical illusion. It glared at Giaz from its perch, and all she could do was stare back.
Giaz was the first to make a move; she unsheathed Drasla and charged forward. The dragon stayed there, unmoving, watching, waiting. Seconds before Giaz brought the blade over its scaly, ghostly form; it took its massive paw and swiped her hard, sending her flying across the room and into the wall. She lay there for a few seconds and then sprung to her feet, unharmed. Her next move was magic; she raised her right hand and shouted some foreign language before a massive bolt of lightning struck the ghost- dragon. I cried out in pain and shook it's massive head. In a fit of insanity, the dragon begun to smash the pillars supporting the structure of the old castle. Then Giaz charged for the beast, weapon in hand, she tore off across the room, jumped onto the dragon's back and forced the sword through its neck, slicing off its head. The creature fell to the ground, spilling out ghostly red liquid, it's eyes staring into nothing. Ghostly orbs rose from the corpse and within seconds it had disappeared. The dragon had been created by magic.
She took a few shaky steps forward and towards the staircase, her ears raised up, cautious of any more magic monsters. She heard something in the distance and stood dead in her tracks, she stood still long enough to identify the sound as footsteps, getting louder as they persisted on. Giaz prepared herself for another battle, but as the footsteps got nearer, another sound begun. It was somebody clapping. A figure stepped through the small doorway at the top of the stairs.
"Well done, you're the first to beat my dragon, I congratulate you. But know this, I won't go nearly as easy on you!" the figure spoke.
Giaz studied the figure, it was a young boy, with brown hair and green eyes. He wasn't very tall, a bit like herself, and certainly didn't posses a friendly look. He glared at her, unmoving. He looked alough a smile would kill him.
Giaz prepared herself for another battle, once she beat this one, that million potch was hers. She clenched her fists and took a fightning stance. The boy spread his fingers and a small orb appeared in the palm of his hand. It would have been mesmerising if he hadn't shot it off so quickly, the blast shot towards Giaz, she would have wondered how such a small orb could become such a big blast of magical energy if she wasn't to busy trying to dodge it. Se jumped neatly out the way, only a tiny part hitting her, slicing her flesh like a blade. Crimson liquid trickled down her arm, but she didn't let that bother her, she ran towards him, but he dissappeared and re-appeared behind her and shot another blast of energy at her, But speed was Giaz's strong point, she jumped up, done some flip in the air and landed behind the boy, she swiped for him, claws sproting from her fingers, and slashed him down the back. He spun around, but Giaz was already off , this time she swiped him over the back of the head. He fell down onto one knee, obviusly physical attacks were his weakness.
"Alright! You got me! Go ahead, kill me, take me prisoner, do what you like!" he said in an angry tone, but Giaz was sure he was upset. She knelt down in front of him.
"Look, I'm not stupid. I know there's something wrong. There must be a reason why you icolated yourself in here and guarded yourself by that massive Dragon. Tell me, who are you?" Giaz asked.
"I don't want to say." The boy said.
"That won't stop me from turning you in." Giaz said.
"Fine then...I'm Luc!" he said, looking away.
"Y...you're Luc? You went missing a month ago!" Giaz said.
"Yes that's right! Sometimes I wonder why people can't just be left alone!" Luc said angrilly.
"Why's that?" Giaz asked.
"I have something to sort, and I want to be left alone to do so! And by any chance was it a High priest named Sasarai who sent you here?" Luc said.
"Yes, why?" Giaz answered.
"Thought so! He hates me that's why! He wants me dead!" Luc said.
"Oh...you mean he knew you were in here?" Giaz asked.
"Of course he knew! It was no mystery to him!" Luc said, still sounding angry and still not looking to Giaz.
"And why...does he want yo dead?" was Giaz's next question. "What did you do?"
"I exist! I was born, that's what I done!" Luc said slowly standing, trying to ease off the pain of the fatal slashes he recieved.
Something hit Giaz when he said that, something unexplainable, probably anger because she was tricked into attempted murder. She she didn't know what to do, believe Sasarai, kill Luc and take the reward, or help him. She just stood and turned away from him. "I guess I'll leave you be then." and with the she begun to walk away.
A part of Luc wanted to go with her, but the other part didn't say anthing, as always he was too pround to ask for anothers assistance, but maybe he couldn't do anything. He flinched slightly, wanting to run after her. He cursed himself for being weak.
"Or do you want to come with me?" Giaz stopped and faced him. "I can make a rough estimate what your goals are, and I'll say this much, you won't be able to fulfil them alone."
Luc never said anything, he just walked over to her and they exited the ruined Castle together.
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well this was very Spur of the Moment, talk about quiky fic^^ If you guys like it I'll continue.
A young girl stood at the doorway to and abandoned castle. She had strawberry blonde hair that just passed her shoulders. She had a white jacket that that had a torn crest on one side, royal blue trousers that were cut to just above the ankles and boots. From her belt hung a sheath which held an unused sword, its hilt was golden with two Western Dragons decorating it, it had the letters Drasla embedded in silver, which was short for Dragon Slayer. She had a beautiful Golden eye on the left side of her face, and on the right side, a scar that looked like a small dagger.
Giaz was the girls name, she was of Feiwyn race, so the long tail, wings and cat ears she had were nothing unusual. She was a girl of many wonders, no one really knew her true background, but if you look closely at the torn crest you can just make out a wolf's head and part of a blue cross, the Highland crest. People say she is an undead mercenary. Others say she was a member of the Royal family, but that was just a little too farfetched, but then again, Feiwyns have incredible longevity, so maybe she was really about 400 years old. But there were so many rumours; no one knew which one to believe.
She flicked her tail impatiently as she planned what to do next, she had been sent here, as there have been rumours of a monster and a mysterious shadow lurking inside, causing many problems for passer-by's and other warriors that attempted to take them on. But Giaz was determined to slay the monster and find out who or what the so-called shadow is.
Giaz walked up the cracked and crumbling stairway and pushed open the heavy double doors. Slowly she stepped into the castles main hallway. She took slow steps through the hallway, each step echoing through the emptiness. She heard the whistling of wind but never took heed to it, it was just wind. But when she thought twice, there was no wind that day.
Giaz took a few quick breaths and continued on. The wind must be magic...or monsters breath. A few seconds after that thought she heard a monsters cry, undoubtedly a dragon. She spun around, and then again, there was no dragon. She glanced around once again but again saw no dragon, or any monster for that matter. She heard the dragon growl in its throat, and then it was a clear as day, there it was! At the top of the stairway, standing out like an optical illusion. It glared at Giaz from its perch, and all she could do was stare back.
Giaz was the first to make a move; she unsheathed Drasla and charged forward. The dragon stayed there, unmoving, watching, waiting. Seconds before Giaz brought the blade over its scaly, ghostly form; it took its massive paw and swiped her hard, sending her flying across the room and into the wall. She lay there for a few seconds and then sprung to her feet, unharmed. Her next move was magic; she raised her right hand and shouted some foreign language before a massive bolt of lightning struck the ghost- dragon. I cried out in pain and shook it's massive head. In a fit of insanity, the dragon begun to smash the pillars supporting the structure of the old castle. Then Giaz charged for the beast, weapon in hand, she tore off across the room, jumped onto the dragon's back and forced the sword through its neck, slicing off its head. The creature fell to the ground, spilling out ghostly red liquid, it's eyes staring into nothing. Ghostly orbs rose from the corpse and within seconds it had disappeared. The dragon had been created by magic.
She took a few shaky steps forward and towards the staircase, her ears raised up, cautious of any more magic monsters. She heard something in the distance and stood dead in her tracks, she stood still long enough to identify the sound as footsteps, getting louder as they persisted on. Giaz prepared herself for another battle, but as the footsteps got nearer, another sound begun. It was somebody clapping. A figure stepped through the small doorway at the top of the stairs.
"Well done, you're the first to beat my dragon, I congratulate you. But know this, I won't go nearly as easy on you!" the figure spoke.
Giaz studied the figure, it was a young boy, with brown hair and green eyes. He wasn't very tall, a bit like herself, and certainly didn't posses a friendly look. He glared at her, unmoving. He looked alough a smile would kill him.
Giaz prepared herself for another battle, once she beat this one, that million potch was hers. She clenched her fists and took a fightning stance. The boy spread his fingers and a small orb appeared in the palm of his hand. It would have been mesmerising if he hadn't shot it off so quickly, the blast shot towards Giaz, she would have wondered how such a small orb could become such a big blast of magical energy if she wasn't to busy trying to dodge it. Se jumped neatly out the way, only a tiny part hitting her, slicing her flesh like a blade. Crimson liquid trickled down her arm, but she didn't let that bother her, she ran towards him, but he dissappeared and re-appeared behind her and shot another blast of energy at her, But speed was Giaz's strong point, she jumped up, done some flip in the air and landed behind the boy, she swiped for him, claws sproting from her fingers, and slashed him down the back. He spun around, but Giaz was already off , this time she swiped him over the back of the head. He fell down onto one knee, obviusly physical attacks were his weakness.
"Alright! You got me! Go ahead, kill me, take me prisoner, do what you like!" he said in an angry tone, but Giaz was sure he was upset. She knelt down in front of him.
"Look, I'm not stupid. I know there's something wrong. There must be a reason why you icolated yourself in here and guarded yourself by that massive Dragon. Tell me, who are you?" Giaz asked.
"I don't want to say." The boy said.
"That won't stop me from turning you in." Giaz said.
"Fine then...I'm Luc!" he said, looking away.
"Y...you're Luc? You went missing a month ago!" Giaz said.
"Yes that's right! Sometimes I wonder why people can't just be left alone!" Luc said angrilly.
"Why's that?" Giaz asked.
"I have something to sort, and I want to be left alone to do so! And by any chance was it a High priest named Sasarai who sent you here?" Luc said.
"Yes, why?" Giaz answered.
"Thought so! He hates me that's why! He wants me dead!" Luc said.
"Oh...you mean he knew you were in here?" Giaz asked.
"Of course he knew! It was no mystery to him!" Luc said, still sounding angry and still not looking to Giaz.
"And why...does he want yo dead?" was Giaz's next question. "What did you do?"
"I exist! I was born, that's what I done!" Luc said slowly standing, trying to ease off the pain of the fatal slashes he recieved.
Something hit Giaz when he said that, something unexplainable, probably anger because she was tricked into attempted murder. She she didn't know what to do, believe Sasarai, kill Luc and take the reward, or help him. She just stood and turned away from him. "I guess I'll leave you be then." and with the she begun to walk away.
A part of Luc wanted to go with her, but the other part didn't say anthing, as always he was too pround to ask for anothers assistance, but maybe he couldn't do anything. He flinched slightly, wanting to run after her. He cursed himself for being weak.
"Or do you want to come with me?" Giaz stopped and faced him. "I can make a rough estimate what your goals are, and I'll say this much, you won't be able to fulfil them alone."
Luc never said anything, he just walked over to her and they exited the ruined Castle together.
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well this was very Spur of the Moment, talk about quiky fic^^ If you guys like it I'll continue.