Ohhhh! I'm such a nasty dragon! Yep, I know, I cannot seem to ever finish a story. Hohoho! Oh well, that's me, you should know that by now ¬¬
This is mah new ficcy. I thought it was a nice 'tory ^^ so here it goes, because this dragon gets really bored after a while!
I mainly did this because we are infested with school alternate universes! Please! Gimmie a break! Either Van or Hito is the new dude and they always fall in love. And if it isn't a school alternate universe, then is the lost memory case, I've counted around 20 of those. And there's the new dragon slayer one; either is d/h, or d/? or c/?
I have a new one, I showed it to some friends and they were crying, so I have my heart on this one and Tsuki's one.
I've taken lots of time writing and checking this one, so have compassion of this dragon and review, okis pokis? ^^
Disclaimer: I don't know if ya guys have noticed, but up there it says "Fanfiction.Net" 99.9% is copyrighted, and, anyways, is not like we have money to be sued, do ya? Hehehe.
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Sometimes you think that your friendship is quite unusual, rare o weird. Sometimes your best friend is a guy, girl, cat, dog, or plant or rock; or maybe even somebody you met in the internet and lives in China. There are not limits for friendship, or even love; there aren't any rules that say you cannot love someone, or something.
That statement is for you to judge my friendship and feelings towards a little accident I had. This story is up to you, I won't tell you, but you might know the real fact. And as the years pass, I cannot forget about it, the things that I did wrong, and the ones that were right.
Was it destiny? Or just coincidence?
You tell me.
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I was 15 years old when I got kick out of my humble home; armed with only a rusty sword, I was supposed to survive in the wild and be outstanding in my world, Gaea. Of course, the problem is that I am very clumsy and I don't know how to use the friggin sword.
I mean, I am a farmer boy; Not a knight, I didn't have money to be trained and become one. So all I did was to dream; I dreamed I was a knight and saved a beautiful princess and became the prince and all that stuff people read in fairytales.
Up until then, I'd been a happy person; happy, cheerful, confident, easy going, reasonably smart even. Well-adjusted, in other words. Everything in my life had always been so balanced, so friendly, so dependable.
My brother Folken was everyone's favorite, since he was really strong and could do anybody's work 3 times faster and better; he was my family's pride. My adopted sister, Merle, was really crafty and always made this weird instruments we could use to do the cropping in the fields or milk the cows or that stuff. But I was the clumsy one and I did everything wrong; nobody really liked me because I couldn't carry a damned bucket of water without spilling it, losing it, or just plain dropping it.
Mother always told me she loved me no matter what, and I would become something good when I grew and had more experience; it sure made me mad the day she kicked me out of home. I loved to help, but I couldn't do it right. Her goodbye present was a rusty sword Father had when he was young.
When they told me to go, I expected a stallion or something like that; I didn't even got a damned donkey. So sure I was mad. Mad, sad, and really waiting to die a couple of days from then.
Things were going bad as I just started. It's just, I wasn't ready for it, somehow, and the reality ended up hitting me in the face like a bucket of ice water. I couldn't figure out how I got all alone so suddenly. I like to remember home, but I can't stop thinking that if I were just a little less clumsy, I could still be with my family.
We'd always lived in the same house, in a middle-sized town where everybody who counted knew our names, in the West where there are always great sunsets and never any winter, everything well-ordered, solid, and wholesome; constant as the ground under your feet. "Too damned comfy," Folken would say.
It never even crossed my mind that things could ever change, I just figured we'd go on that way forever; always, always, always, as natural as breathing.
Stupid kid I was, I thought is just Life.
Then my family ran me out. It was like the ground fell from under me, and I didn't know where I was anymore. Actually, I was right about that; I'd been living in a beautiful dream that was coming to an awful, sickening end.
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A week went by and I found myself facing the ocean. I might say as well that I got robbed 2 times in the way, fell in a swamp, and got trampled by a cow.
Not that somebody cared about it...
The first city on my way: Asturia, the city of intrigue. It was two days from my own town, but I cannot seem to be able to do as well. The only thing with me: the rusty sword, and some of my clothes. My pack, food, money, cloak, hat, and boots were gone.
Been as hungry as I was, the first thing that went by my mind was to sell the friggin sword. And since not a brainless idiot would buy it, I just sold it to a blacksmith for 3 chelines and a piece of hard bread. Father would have a fit for that, but I wasn't going to go for sentimental stuff. People say that the only thing to survive is love; just might as well feed and clothe yourself with it. Feh...
As I was picking some apples that would cost me a chelin, I heard a couple of villagers talking.
"Yes, he might be the greatest knight ever, but he is very picky about his Page." Said a man with a straw hat, as he walked along his companion. I paid the apple seller and walked slowly behind the two villagers.
"Oh, I heard he just leaves the Pages in the forest so he doesn't have to deal anymore with them." Said the other man. "It'll help them learn a thing or two."
It was an interesting topic; I just gave it a little twirl, since it could help me get some money and some training if I played fool.
I approached the two villagers and put on a smart-ass look.
"Whoever the knight might look brave, I don't think dropping Pages might be well doing." I said, not really understanding the meaning of my own words.
"Oh, you stupid boy! You're talking about Lord Allen Schezar! The Greatest Caelli knight! One of the most outstanding knights in Gaea!" Said the outraged villager as his face went three shades of red.
Ok.....
Being born in farm didn't mean that I knew about everything. Does it? I was the crappiest human being; people from farms usually know how to survive in the wild, you know, live of the ground, make little huts, eat chipmunks... I couldn't live in a cave; I couldn't even survive 2 hours without Mother bragging me to do something utterly necessary like breathing.
I felt big because a survived a whole week! I felt great and powerful, but hearing that stuff I heard about that knight, made me feel stupid and little again.
My mind just kinda worked then.
"Do you know where I can find him?"
The villager actually stopped his fluff about the Allen dude and pointed to the majestic castle on top of a hill, facing, not far, a cliff that overhang from the ocean.
"If you want to steal Lord Allen's money, you won't get nowhere but the cemetery," He said as he gave me a disgusted look. "And you wouldn't even pass to the castle, you filthy boy!"
"Hell no, I need money, but I think I can out done any of the past pages." I said prideful or just plain stupid.
Since they kept looking at me brainlessly, I walked towards the castle. My feet throbbing with pain as I walked over the hard cobblestone. I really needed that friggin money.
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Suddenly, there I was, Van Fanel, displaced person, standing brainlessly in front of the Asturian castle, a hundred miles from home, in the middle of a city filled hundreds, maybe thousands, of people who didn't even know they didn't know me.
Nobody was talking to me. Nobody needed me, not that anybody really did. Nobody even knew I was there.
I was totally alone for the first time in my life.
And I really hated the way it felt.
I decided then and there; no Great Adventure is worth this kind of pain. No new life is worth demoting the old one to Beautiful Model. No Great Adventure will ever be worth the price. I swore to myself, I'll never go wandering again. Give me a safe, warm hearthside and comfortable, old furniture, give me familiar, beloved faces; definitely, I am fan of the Known and Constant Universe.
Just when I was ready to cry my head off, I heard my last conscious warning.
"Get outta way, boy!"
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"I think he is awake..."
I thought I was dead.
"Poor boy,"
Poor brain...
I opened my eyes, facing a blonde lady with paint in her face, and a little weird pink ribbon across her forehead, a maid hovering around her.
I actually had an idea of who she was, but my brain, being as slow as it is, and also being hit by something, couldn't make some words to address her.
Ok, here, by fact, was either 1 or 2:
Realistic: a hospital. Idiotic: the castle."Oh! I'm really, really sorry! I didn't mean to trample you with my horse! But I was going so fast to see Lord Allen that I couldn't stop and you were just there standing on the middle of the way! And well, I couldn't stop my horse so I ran into you..."
Yep, I was dead. I was actually laying in a bed in the castle. And that annoying lady might be a noble blood.
But her apologies and whatnot was giving me a headache and I had to shut her up or I would die by brain paralysis.
I sat on the bed and rubbed my head hard. The lady was still talking and I was readying myself to pass out again.
Then, all of sudden, this guy across the over decorated hallway-- one of those very handsome, totally secure-looking people; somebody like I might have been, myself, once, in a faraway parallel universe, in another life-- smiled at me.
"Princess Millerna," he called to the blonde lady.
That damned horse hit me way too hard. Princesses don't ask apologies. Less to somebody who doesn't have shoes.
"Allen!" She called gleefully. "I was going to meet you, but I accidentally trampled this boy with my horse, and..."
I can't recall if I threw up then. But something made her shut up. I looked at the Caelli knight, I actually found him. Such was my luck that kept me alive.
"I don't know your face," he said to me. "Are you a servant? Or did you just move in?"
A blinked a couple times.
Royalty is weird.
"I just moved in, I was looking forward to try and become one of your Pages." I said; hoping my mouth didn't look as rubbery and stupid as it felt. It was like I was hearing my own voice from the outside, and I didn't sound natural.
"We'll give you a try. My last Page was a complete imbecile, and I would rather look forward to not lose time. There's a dragon at the outskirts of Asturia, it has a princess it its lair, and I've been attempting to rescue her, but something more important always pop up on my way." He said as a matter of fact.
It did not make sense at all. She was a princess, and could there be something more important than that?
No way.
But Princess Millerna seemed quite happy that the other princess was under the Dragon's glaze. It all seemed some dull excuse, but I wasn't going to disagree if I got some money.
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Two days went by, and we soon were on our way to the dragon. Dressed in a simple brown outfit, I couldn't help the fact that I was dozing off, listening to all those self-regarding talks I've been getting lately. The only thought that kept me on the small horse I was riding, behind the amazing stallion of Lord Allen, was the fact that Allen had back-sided a princess, for something more "important".
"Lord Allen," I called as he stopped his one-sided chitchat. "Who's the princess?"
He arched his eyebrows; evidently, this kind of thing wasn't brought up very often.
He looked doubtful. Actually, he looked at me, and then he looked doubtful.
"Well, she's Princess Hitomi Kanzaki. She's the princess from Tuonela; of course, that land is thousand of miles away. The story was that Princess Hitomi's family had come to a visit, and she went for a walk in the forest, and the ugliest and meanest dragon you've seen, took her, and has her in its lair."
That wasn't too convincing.
"Wouldn't her parents send to search her? Send an army or something?" I could tell I was getting somewhere.
"Well, Princess Millerna wouldn't allow it. She said I could take care of the matter single handed." He said as he laughed nervously.
Money, money, money. That kept me from laughing my ass off.
"What the good part about saving princesses?" I asked just in a teasy mode. Silence is uncomfortable, and I tried to evade it as much as possible.
He had turned into a perfect Cheshire Cat.
"What?" I asked, awaking completely.
"Sometimes," Allen purred, "you get to kiss beautiful, blond, nubile women." He winked at me.
It took me a minute to realize he wasn't just teasing me. When I finally got what he was saying, I nearly fell off the horse.
So? Love affairs? I wasn't the one to socialize much with women of my age. I always got scared when a pretty maid addressed me. But, I wouldn't doubt if somebody told me that Allen Schezar was mixing with more than one princess girl.
Further questioning stopped as we found ourselves infront of the dragon's lair, or cave, furthermore. Ivy grew on the sides of the cave, and, out of my regards, the sight was beautiful. No scorched land, no bones, no screams, no rotting flesh.
The only thing we actually knew about it for sure was that it was inside the cave. That's not enough for human beings-- we have to know what people are thinking, and why and how they're going to jump. So, naturally, I caught myself making up personalities for it -- you know, the way you do for pets and cute boys and famous people.
What's that called? Anthropomorphism. You do it so that you feel you can relate personally to whatever it is -- your horse, dog, Gods, or whatever. And maybe you do it so you can feel like something cares for you, or otherwise.
"The dangerous thing about doing that," Folken told me one time, "is what you end up caring about isn't necessarily what's really there -- just what you've decided is there. Which might be very far from the truth. So you could very easily end up depending on a lie. Or a dream."
I decided that I didn't want to do that with the dragon; I wanted to keep a very scientific attitude toward the whole thing. So I tried to unravel it by concentrating on the hard evidence.
Allen said it was the ugliest and meanest Dragon, but its lair was nice, clean, ordered, and practically methodical. So I supposed it was a rumored dragon attitude.
"Go and make a deal with it." Said Allen as he backed up his horse.
Go and make a deal with it? I didn't understand. Two things: Make a deal? You mean, me? And, Why didn't he just go, kill the dragon and feh! Money for me, princess for them, kisses for him.
"What? Me?" I said, trying to back up with him.
"GO!" he said as he took up galloping into the cover of the nearby forest patch.
I was left. There. Alone. Again. Damn it...
Well, I wasn't going to back up. Maybe the fake attitude thing about the dragon was right and it was no more than a marvelous and friendly dragon. Hehehe. Sure... I could only hope it would.
As soon as I got down, the horse made a mad dash to the forest patch. Really, really comforting to the fact I was walking to my death.
And there; as two huge, glistening green orbs stood against the dark cave, some feeling told me that Allen didn't exactly leave the pages on the forest...
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What do ya guyz think? I took lotz of time spell checking and moving the sentences around and all that stuff. Thankie to my dear uncle for checking it and correcting it! This story won't be cliché. I swear. I used to come to FF.net a lot, but you eventually get bored after reading stories that are done to death and back.
Plz! Review. Take only 30 friggin seconds and write something, okis? ^^
Domo Arigatou!
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