// // // // Searching For a Dream // // // //
There is a festival on the third eve of the Red Star. Everyone lets go of their
hatered and thank the gods for their blessings. A great majority pray at the temple
in Cragstone, one of the first free cities, one of the first cities since the start.
The Relics of Thorsten Cragstone are said to keep the place relatively 'safe.'
There are three taverns in Cragstone, each one full, each one on the same venue.
The shopkeepers were happy with their trade and their money.
The people forgot their differences and laughed. One might wonder
why the people fight.
"One might think of it as a chess game, dear brother." Wolfwood said harshly, looking
around at the foreigners. "There's the good and the bad. They take turns.
Still, there's so much sin in this world, it's no wonder such an evil was ever allowed to be born."
His Ice blue eyes were staring dead at two humans kissing passionately. Too passionate.
She was on his lap while he explored her body with his hands.
"How can they breath, do you think, Ryoga?" his gaze was fixed.
Ryoga shook his head. His emerald eyes looked down with sadness.
Wolfwood took no notice until Ryoga spoke.
"We are pawns in this game." He spoke.
When he spoke, several of the Tumeroks felt it. They looked for the source of this
unknown sorrow. Wolfwood looked at him shocked, confused, but sympathetically.
"Brother." he said.
Ryoga shook his head, "Forget it."
Wolfwood looked at him with a new respect.
"Wolfwood," Ryoga said, "You'll be someone's hero."
"Well, you're my hero." He grinned.
A regular conversation ensued again.
The couple did not stop kissing,
and Aya had just a little too much to drink.
The sun made its way down so the first star could be seen.
+ + +
"Dilandau. So you've come to terms with your fate?"
"Did I have a choice, Anju? You'd find me anyway."
"You're right, but it's a lot easier on the both of us if
you don't resist. I see you've done as I asked. You wear
normal clothes. Let no one know what you are, ever.
Even though you'll have no memory of yourself, you'll think
you're human, you should have the sense not to expose yourself."
"What will happen if I do?"
"They will take you. They will cut you piece by piece. They will
dissect every inch of your brain and drain every last drop
of your soul till they can use you as their slave."
"Who?"
"I warn you know of the Xaebonites."
"Anju, look. The Red Star!"
"Dilandau, you are exactly 500 years old. May you come forth to this world.
Step out of your cocoon. Your a freelancing orphan, so you say. You've no
memory of yourself. Still, this tag has your name. wear it for it'll
save you from having to strain your brain."
"Right on, Anju." Dilandau yawned.
Anju began to chant in a bizarre tongue that made Dilandau's skin tingle.
Suddenly, Dilandau felt as if he were being lifted. Anju too, was rising.
Dilandau would've screamed, but it was over before it began.
+ + +
Huge crowds of people gathered around fires telling tales of their ancestors, myths,
and legends. There was a small group of people, though, who conversed rather than
preached and shouted. There were two tumeroks, three humans, and two lugians.
It was Wolfwood, Ryoga, Dante, Aya, Erick, Jhakx, and Jin. Jin and Jhakx were brothes.
They told the others that they would be leaving to return to their homeland as they promised
their father and mother. Erick explained that he had to go to Molwrith, to complete
an important transaction. They talked of other things, memories of childhood, memories
of struggling together and coming through.
Simultaneously, Aya gasped, and Wolfwood stood up. Wolfwood's fingers tingled with magic,
as did Aya's itch to unseathe her dagger.
"What is it?" The others asked.
"A strange presence--" Wolfwood was cut off by a flash of light.
Everyone looked around in confusion.
Something familiar caught Ryoga's eye.
"The Dragon!!" Ryoga shrieked. He pushed his way through the people.
Wolfwood and Aya followed closely. They stopped when they were right in front of the
two strangers.
The crowed began to murmur.
The boy was on the ground, while the man stood. They were far apart, but eyes set on each other.
They both shared the same platinum hair and the same garnet colored eyes. **Muahahah..
I'm obssessed, I can't help it!!**
"Rise Lord Dilandau!"
The boy sat motionless.
Aya's gaze slowly moved straight into his eyes. And his met hers.
Suddenly he winced.
"AHH! WHat the?!" He protested.
The man was using his powers to lift the boy up.
Then he said loudly, "All of you are about to witness
the spawn of your own greed, hatred, and sin! This is Dereth's
Last resort. Show the gods you deserve to live by slaying
Sin itself!!"
He began to chant in that strange tounge.
Dante's eyes widened. "Can't be..." he said.
Aya and Wolfwood were horrified.
The boy was floating, but his muscles were tensed, his veins bulging. It was
obvious he was in pain. His neck was back and he looked up, his mouth wide open.
He slowly tilted his neck foward so as to see the man.
"Being... sliced... drained... I'm dying... DYING!! I'M DYING!!
PLEASE DOn't KILL ME!! DOn't KILL ME! FATHER! FATHER!! PLEASE, FATHER!!"
The boy let out a scream of defeat that shook everyone. It could be heard for miles around.
Festivals elsewhere were halted to listen. A few of the woman began to cry for him.
Several of the men were outraged. Aya advanced towards them, but an invisible barrier
stopped them.
The boy's lifeless body fell with a thud.
Silence followed.
The man stood quietly, expressionless.
He whispered, "Was it all for nothing? My son, what have I done?
You were not supposed to call for me... You were not supposed to
be flawed!..." He paused. He looked up at the red star.
"WAS IT ALL FOR NOTHING?!" He yelled.
There was almost an echo. The star twinkled.
Thud.
The man fell foward. Dante rushed towards him.
He mouthed something and looked as if he were about to cry.
He took the man's hand and removed a ring from it and
put it on his own. "He's dead. And the boy?"
Aya shook her head. Just then he's hand twitched in hers.
His eyes snapped open. He stood up, but what happened was guesome.
His skin boiled like a swamp under the hot sun. His form grew till it
was more than 10 times the size of an average Lugian. He no longer looked human.
He was a massive, almost shapeless glob of deformity. On his limbs,
you could see nails, teeth, hands, legs, eyes, tounges, and other various dismembered parts.
His head reared nothing but a huge mouth with hundreds of teeth and a forked tounge. Saliva
poured out of it like a fountain. When it moved, it sounded like bones cracking, blood sloshing,
and blood did ooze out of it. It's very presence made a grueling sound. The sounds of lost
voices crying out in pain, lost souls trapped in evil's dark cages. The sounds of men
shackled, whipped, bleeding to death, The cry of women being raped with no one to help them,
the sound of a children who were mutilated slowly, limb by limb. The sound of death's icy laugh
rang in everyones heart, and even though it was of no tounge they'd ever heard, they knew exactly
what it said.
The beast made a spastic motion with it's head. It looked as if though it were coughing.
Then, it spit something out. People fleed, screaming. Wolfwood caught the thing; he realized
it was the boy.
While the people ran, Aya's hand reached her quiver. She pulled the string back.
She aimed. She let go. The thing let out a deafening cry. She collapsed to her knees, clutching
her ears. It lowered its head to her level.
She felt it : O u r t i m e h a s n o t y e t c o m e .
There is a festival on the third eve of the Red Star. Everyone lets go of their
hatered and thank the gods for their blessings. A great majority pray at the temple
in Cragstone, one of the first free cities, one of the first cities since the start.
The Relics of Thorsten Cragstone are said to keep the place relatively 'safe.'
There are three taverns in Cragstone, each one full, each one on the same venue.
The shopkeepers were happy with their trade and their money.
The people forgot their differences and laughed. One might wonder
why the people fight.
"One might think of it as a chess game, dear brother." Wolfwood said harshly, looking
around at the foreigners. "There's the good and the bad. They take turns.
Still, there's so much sin in this world, it's no wonder such an evil was ever allowed to be born."
His Ice blue eyes were staring dead at two humans kissing passionately. Too passionate.
She was on his lap while he explored her body with his hands.
"How can they breath, do you think, Ryoga?" his gaze was fixed.
Ryoga shook his head. His emerald eyes looked down with sadness.
Wolfwood took no notice until Ryoga spoke.
"We are pawns in this game." He spoke.
When he spoke, several of the Tumeroks felt it. They looked for the source of this
unknown sorrow. Wolfwood looked at him shocked, confused, but sympathetically.
"Brother." he said.
Ryoga shook his head, "Forget it."
Wolfwood looked at him with a new respect.
"Wolfwood," Ryoga said, "You'll be someone's hero."
"Well, you're my hero." He grinned.
A regular conversation ensued again.
The couple did not stop kissing,
and Aya had just a little too much to drink.
The sun made its way down so the first star could be seen.
+ + +
"Dilandau. So you've come to terms with your fate?"
"Did I have a choice, Anju? You'd find me anyway."
"You're right, but it's a lot easier on the both of us if
you don't resist. I see you've done as I asked. You wear
normal clothes. Let no one know what you are, ever.
Even though you'll have no memory of yourself, you'll think
you're human, you should have the sense not to expose yourself."
"What will happen if I do?"
"They will take you. They will cut you piece by piece. They will
dissect every inch of your brain and drain every last drop
of your soul till they can use you as their slave."
"Who?"
"I warn you know of the Xaebonites."
"Anju, look. The Red Star!"
"Dilandau, you are exactly 500 years old. May you come forth to this world.
Step out of your cocoon. Your a freelancing orphan, so you say. You've no
memory of yourself. Still, this tag has your name. wear it for it'll
save you from having to strain your brain."
"Right on, Anju." Dilandau yawned.
Anju began to chant in a bizarre tongue that made Dilandau's skin tingle.
Suddenly, Dilandau felt as if he were being lifted. Anju too, was rising.
Dilandau would've screamed, but it was over before it began.
+ + +
Huge crowds of people gathered around fires telling tales of their ancestors, myths,
and legends. There was a small group of people, though, who conversed rather than
preached and shouted. There were two tumeroks, three humans, and two lugians.
It was Wolfwood, Ryoga, Dante, Aya, Erick, Jhakx, and Jin. Jin and Jhakx were brothes.
They told the others that they would be leaving to return to their homeland as they promised
their father and mother. Erick explained that he had to go to Molwrith, to complete
an important transaction. They talked of other things, memories of childhood, memories
of struggling together and coming through.
Simultaneously, Aya gasped, and Wolfwood stood up. Wolfwood's fingers tingled with magic,
as did Aya's itch to unseathe her dagger.
"What is it?" The others asked.
"A strange presence--" Wolfwood was cut off by a flash of light.
Everyone looked around in confusion.
Something familiar caught Ryoga's eye.
"The Dragon!!" Ryoga shrieked. He pushed his way through the people.
Wolfwood and Aya followed closely. They stopped when they were right in front of the
two strangers.
The crowed began to murmur.
The boy was on the ground, while the man stood. They were far apart, but eyes set on each other.
They both shared the same platinum hair and the same garnet colored eyes. **Muahahah..
I'm obssessed, I can't help it!!**
"Rise Lord Dilandau!"
The boy sat motionless.
Aya's gaze slowly moved straight into his eyes. And his met hers.
Suddenly he winced.
"AHH! WHat the?!" He protested.
The man was using his powers to lift the boy up.
Then he said loudly, "All of you are about to witness
the spawn of your own greed, hatred, and sin! This is Dereth's
Last resort. Show the gods you deserve to live by slaying
Sin itself!!"
He began to chant in that strange tounge.
Dante's eyes widened. "Can't be..." he said.
Aya and Wolfwood were horrified.
The boy was floating, but his muscles were tensed, his veins bulging. It was
obvious he was in pain. His neck was back and he looked up, his mouth wide open.
He slowly tilted his neck foward so as to see the man.
"Being... sliced... drained... I'm dying... DYING!! I'M DYING!!
PLEASE DOn't KILL ME!! DOn't KILL ME! FATHER! FATHER!! PLEASE, FATHER!!"
The boy let out a scream of defeat that shook everyone. It could be heard for miles around.
Festivals elsewhere were halted to listen. A few of the woman began to cry for him.
Several of the men were outraged. Aya advanced towards them, but an invisible barrier
stopped them.
The boy's lifeless body fell with a thud.
Silence followed.
The man stood quietly, expressionless.
He whispered, "Was it all for nothing? My son, what have I done?
You were not supposed to call for me... You were not supposed to
be flawed!..." He paused. He looked up at the red star.
"WAS IT ALL FOR NOTHING?!" He yelled.
There was almost an echo. The star twinkled.
Thud.
The man fell foward. Dante rushed towards him.
He mouthed something and looked as if he were about to cry.
He took the man's hand and removed a ring from it and
put it on his own. "He's dead. And the boy?"
Aya shook her head. Just then he's hand twitched in hers.
His eyes snapped open. He stood up, but what happened was guesome.
His skin boiled like a swamp under the hot sun. His form grew till it
was more than 10 times the size of an average Lugian. He no longer looked human.
He was a massive, almost shapeless glob of deformity. On his limbs,
you could see nails, teeth, hands, legs, eyes, tounges, and other various dismembered parts.
His head reared nothing but a huge mouth with hundreds of teeth and a forked tounge. Saliva
poured out of it like a fountain. When it moved, it sounded like bones cracking, blood sloshing,
and blood did ooze out of it. It's very presence made a grueling sound. The sounds of lost
voices crying out in pain, lost souls trapped in evil's dark cages. The sounds of men
shackled, whipped, bleeding to death, The cry of women being raped with no one to help them,
the sound of a children who were mutilated slowly, limb by limb. The sound of death's icy laugh
rang in everyones heart, and even though it was of no tounge they'd ever heard, they knew exactly
what it said.
The beast made a spastic motion with it's head. It looked as if though it were coughing.
Then, it spit something out. People fleed, screaming. Wolfwood caught the thing; he realized
it was the boy.
While the people ran, Aya's hand reached her quiver. She pulled the string back.
She aimed. She let go. The thing let out a deafening cry. She collapsed to her knees, clutching
her ears. It lowered its head to her level.
She felt it : O u r t i m e h a s n o t y e t c o m e .