I don't own Seiken Densetsu 3
A/N: Um, ok. So far I've pretty much had a clear idea about what I wanted to do with this fic. This is where I'm starting to improvise. Don't get me wrong, I know where I'm going at. I just don't have a map.
Touches of Evil
How long has she been there? Days, weeks, months? It felt like years. But it couldn't have been that long. She knew it. It just felt much longer. Why were they keeping her there? Were they expecting her to break? To turn, like him?
'No way, you jerks! I won't break!'
She began humming a tone to pass the time. Not much else to do in that closed cell. Maybe… Maybe they were hoping that she'd go out of her mind? That was a possibility.
The door behind her screeched and opened to reveal Koren with several armed guards.
"His Excellency, the Dragon Emperor will see you now."
That can't be good.
"Carlie, behind you!"
"Got it! HOLY BALL!"
The huge bug fell to the ground before he disappeared in a puff of smoke. Kevin let out a sigh of relief while Carlie jumped up and down.
"I got it, I got it! Did you see it?!"
Kevin nodded tiredly and looked at the sky. Finally, the sun was setting and then making their way into Dragon's Hole would be so much easier. But they'd have to keep awake if they wanted to fight.
"Carlie, rest some?"
Carlie stopped jumping and tilted her head, thinking.
"Hm, but… if we go now, wouldn't we have to fight monsters again?"
"No go. Stay. Rest… rest here."
Carlie looked at him with a raised eyebrow.
"Here? Not safe! What if monsters get here?"
"Then block with rocks, and more when awake."
Kevin motioned towards several relatively large rocks that were moveable.
"Hm… But what if we're spotted?! Those mean soldiers are smarter than monsters. What if we're caught?!"
Kevin smirked.
"Count on it."
With a final giggle from Carlie, the rocks were moved to their right place, and the two tired warriors laid down to sleep.
"Kev?"
"Carlie?"
"Do you really think we'll find 'em?"
"I know it. Go sleep now."
"K. Sleep tight, Kev."
"Sir, what shall we do?"
a dragon soldier asked superior from their viewing point on one of the cliffs of the Glass desert.
"What do you think, soldier? They're enemies of the Emperor and must be put under… protective supervision."
"But, sir, what if… what if they wake up?!"
"That's what we have Mycoind eyes for! Now move it!"
Duran sighed and threw aside yet another misfit blade. Him turning to the Dragon Emperor's side has somehow affected his class, and so, he needed a new weapon. A Duelist's weapon. Yet none of the seeds gave birth to a Death Bringer.
"Boring. Last seed… Grow, seed, grow!"
Not really having any reason not to be somewhat childish, Duran wrinkled his nose in annoyance as the sword began materializing. But then his attention was diverted towards something else.
"LET GO OF ME! YOU WOULDN'T HAVE BEEN THIS COCKEY IF I HAD MY MAGIC, KOREN!"
Koren? What was that brat up to now? And, that voice… could it be? Duran missed the Death Bringer falling to the floor as he looked outside the door of his room at the group of soldiers leading a prisoner.
"Koren! Hold it!"
The group stopped for a moment, but continued on to their destination. Koren was left behind.
"Yes, Duran?"
The two young men glared at each other with such intense fire, as though they had been enemies since forever. The competitive side of Duran, a side which got stronger when he turned, still demanded revenge on the person who humiliated him. After all, that's why he left Forcena in the first place.
"What's going on here? Who were you carrying to the Emperor's throne room?"
"What's it to you?"
"What have you got to hide?"
Another long glare, which ended when Koren turned around, sending his cape behind him.
"I haven't time for this. Why don't you go and make yourself useful? I heard the scouts caught some more fools wandering the desert."
Duran glared at the red cape until it disappeared down the dark corridor. He looked again into his room and smirked, picking up the Death Bringer.
'Come on, wolf boy, let's see who's the better man now.'
He put the sword away and made his way to the prison area. Mostly there were monsters who were stupid enough not to run when the scouts showed up. But from one cell came something else. Was whoever inside trying to slam the bars?
~CLING!~
Apparently so. But none of the monsters tried that more than once…
~CLING!~
So who… Ah. Of course
Duran was only slightly surprised to find Kevin recover, and getting ready for another try at breaking the bars. Both young warriors looked at each other for a moment, and it almost seemed like a friendly gaze.
Kevin smiled at first.
"Duran! You come help! That's great! Look, they caught Angie, and…"
Kevin stopped in mid sentence and looked at Duran. He couldn't see his smirk, rather than feel it. Duran, Angela and him traveled for months now and Duran just felt… different.
"You're not here to help."
"My, we ARE getting smarter, aren't we?!"
By his stance, Duran figured that Kevin was going to try and charge at him. If it wasn't for something rather small moving in the background.
"Ouch… hey, when did sand become hard and black?"
Duran recognized that annoying voice. He remembered meeting her in the cave of waterfalls.
"The priest's granddaughter…"
Duran's worry ended as his eyes flashed in a shade that reminded more black than brown. Then the smirk came back
"We could use her. Wendel is a nice source of magic. It should be removed."
"Kev?"
Carlie brushed her hand against her eyes, trying to remove the Mycoind's eyes affect.
"Kev. What a cute pet name."
The way Duran emphasized the 'pet' made Kevin's blood boil. He found that the best way to show Duran how he felt was to bare his fangs. Like he did in Pedan.
"Just like in Pedan, eh? But this time, Angela isn't here to stop me from hurting you. Kev."
Kevin watched as Duran opened the cell's doors and threw Kevin's armor and weapon to him. Carlie stared at the two while Kevin got equipped.
"Whatcha doing?! Kev?!"
The young beastman didn't answer. He simply got ready to fight a friend.
"LET GO OF ME!"
"As you wish."
The guards chuckled as they dropped Angela on the floor of the throne room and closed the door behind them. She heard a lock go off and stood up, dusting herself.
"Stupid people, if only I could get this accursed necklace off…"
She tried to remove it, yet all it got her was a sharp pain in her hand.
"Drats!"
She sighed and looked around. The room held all the elements her mother's throne room held. Although the throne room in Altena was lit with large windows. The torches seemed to help the darkness, if nothing else.
Then she saw it.
It.
"The Sword of Mana!"
Angela ran carelessly towards it, actually expecting to grab the sword's hilt when she reached her hand. But the illusion only faded, and before Angela could stop herself, she fell on the throne. Chains of darkness shot out of thin air and held her down.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk! Princess, such carelessness is not allowed! Not when dealing with the fabled Sword of Mana!"
The Emperor appeared in this air and smirked at Angela. He teleported next to her, and looked at her in a way Angela didn't want to understand. It made her sick.
"Such a beautiful thing…"
His hand brushed against Angela's cheek, and she had to fight the urge to puke. She almost failed.
"Perhaps choosing Koren as my… Helper was a mistake. Ah well. Nothing that can't be taken care of, now is it?"
The chains tightened around more areas of Angela's body and she noticed they were somewhat scaly. Like snakes.
"Now, my dear, ready to follow in your friend's footsteps?"
The loose ends of the darkness chains all met in her necklace and Angela gulped hard.
'Can't let him see how scared I am. Come on, girl, SMIRK!'
But the Dragon Emperor's smirk was wider, sicker, and realer.
"I hope you said goodbye to that wolf friend of yours. You won't be seeing him again. At least, not the way you were."
Angela looked into his eyes, and allowed a single tear to slide.
A/N: HA! THERE! ANOTHER CHAPTER! R&R! And I don't mean Kurai-Chan. I mean other people reading this fic!