Hey everybody, I'm back with a new chapter my amazing sensation of a Fanfic!!! Right… but anyway I'll probably start connecting this sometime soon in this chapter or maybe another soon. Chapters will be shorter from now on. One tantalizing hint that will not be fully revealed until far into the story; Vyse and Ramirez are more than what they themselves may even know. Makes the wait unbearable, eh? On to the story!
DISCLAIMER - I do not own Skies of Arcadia or any characters and situations/etc. created by Overworks and SEGA. I know this. I am not an idiot.
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Chapter 2 -- The winds of change begin to blow…
"We are now in the so-called belly of the beast. Far we have trekked in these cursed lands of the Red Moon. Blasted creatures tore at our feet continually along the journey, and the sun beat down with a fierceness unmatched in any of our sovereign Zilradia. Now I stand before the great cave, the legendary cave of fable that is told to hold great riches and unimaginable power. I can already hear that power crushing this bleak land, that will be my first desire. Wait… Maybe that noise is not my imagination. My lookouts will not answer me even as I scream their names. No… My screams are returned. I do not want to die. What is this foul stench? I do not want to die. I see the eye. I do not want"
Excerpt from the diary of the late explorer Sir Aldred,
Found beneath a rock pile near the edge of the Red Moon's land.
The wind howled through the small slits in Ramirez's black mask as he stood on the rocky precipice. After a small climb to the foot of this hill he and Vyse would be entering the Red territory. He looked over his shoulder, seeing the wiry frame of a young man struggle the last few steps to stand near the Dragoon. "Is that the shrine?" Vyse asked, panting as sweat dripped from his unruly brown hair. The Red Moon did not provide much protection from that blasted sun.
"Yes, I believe that's where we'll find the Red Breastplate. It looks to be several miles from the border, we should be able to reach it by tomorrow," Ramirez answered after a moment, shielding his eyes from the glaring sun. The place in question was a small mountain that looked eerie unnatural, with steeply sloped sides and what looked like a rock pile piled against the base. Ramirez glanced back at Vyse, and noticed a worried look on the boy's usually cheerful face. "Is there a problem?"
"Ramirez," Vyse slowly spoke, "have you heard the legends?"
"What legends boy?" Vyse seemed to search his memory for a moment, then recited a verse.
"Where the hot winds blow and the Red Moon glows, their lives a power of magnitude untold. The glaring eye of the desert winds, it seeks the power that resides within. Inside the cave of finest rock, the powers await for the foolish adventurer to take a chance, and play with powers that never shall end."
"Where did you hear this, this, myth?"
"It was a song, my mother used to sing it to me before…" Vyse fell silent and studied the rocks at his feet.
"Do not worry, that legend is nothing but an old wives' tale. There is not a scrap of truth to the matter, and even if there was, I don't think it would have a fighting chance against us." The Dragoon flashed a rare smile at the boy, swinging his blade through a practice routine. Vyse caught on quick, and the sun was soon glinting of their two swords, swinging in a magical synchronization. Ramirez returned his sword to his belt and motioned for the boy to follow him. "Come on kid, let's go."
Meanwhile, the Lord of the Moons was again conversing with his mysterious masters. "My lord, my White Knight has, well, he has perished sir," the Lord cringed as he spoke these words that tasted so foul in his mouth.
"Well then, you will just have to try harder," the shadowy figure replied, wavering in and out of existence. The scowl stood out on his otherwise hidden features. "Since you lost the Dragoon, a rather large loss I might add, a Dragoon from our own ranks will be coming to join you soon. You will find that she is a bit more, should we say, unique among our people." The figure cackled before slipping out of vision as he cut his connection. With a sly grin, the Lord climbed down several flights to his receiving room, glad to be rid of his overbearing master.
Stopping in front of a small screen, he pushed several keys on a small remote control and the face of the Green Ninja Marak appeared on the screen. "Master, what of me do you wish?" He asked quickly, bowing very professionally.
"My Green Ninja, how is your little tracking escapade coming along?"
"My Lord, they have almost reached the shrine. I would highly suggest awakening the 'mysterious power' you have spoken of recently."
"Very well," the Lord replied, highly disgruntled that those two traitors had progressed that far in such a short amount of time. He swiftly broke the connection to his servant and stepped over to a small floating eye that appeared closed. "Time to wake up my little friend," he chuckled, "Let's see how Ramirez handles power such as this."
Mumbling several enchantments over the strange object, the Lord suddenly went into an almost comatose state. Time hung in the room for several hours, as the Lord of the Moons was awakening ancient power. The eye opened.
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Well, I wonder if this could spell trouble for Ramirez and Vyse. A strange and powerful eyeball and a mysterious Dragoon from the seventh civilization coming down to help the Lord of the Moons. Uh-oh…
Sorry, but no connections yet… I said shorter chapters didn't I? Next chapter will reveal the destiny of the souls of… Whoops I'm getting ahead of myself. See you next chapter, maybe even within a week's time!
DISCLAIMER - I do not own Skies of Arcadia or any characters and situations/etc. created by Overworks and SEGA. I know this. I am not an idiot.
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Chapter 2 -- The winds of change begin to blow…
"We are now in the so-called belly of the beast. Far we have trekked in these cursed lands of the Red Moon. Blasted creatures tore at our feet continually along the journey, and the sun beat down with a fierceness unmatched in any of our sovereign Zilradia. Now I stand before the great cave, the legendary cave of fable that is told to hold great riches and unimaginable power. I can already hear that power crushing this bleak land, that will be my first desire. Wait… Maybe that noise is not my imagination. My lookouts will not answer me even as I scream their names. No… My screams are returned. I do not want to die. What is this foul stench? I do not want to die. I see the eye. I do not want"
Excerpt from the diary of the late explorer Sir Aldred,
Found beneath a rock pile near the edge of the Red Moon's land.
The wind howled through the small slits in Ramirez's black mask as he stood on the rocky precipice. After a small climb to the foot of this hill he and Vyse would be entering the Red territory. He looked over his shoulder, seeing the wiry frame of a young man struggle the last few steps to stand near the Dragoon. "Is that the shrine?" Vyse asked, panting as sweat dripped from his unruly brown hair. The Red Moon did not provide much protection from that blasted sun.
"Yes, I believe that's where we'll find the Red Breastplate. It looks to be several miles from the border, we should be able to reach it by tomorrow," Ramirez answered after a moment, shielding his eyes from the glaring sun. The place in question was a small mountain that looked eerie unnatural, with steeply sloped sides and what looked like a rock pile piled against the base. Ramirez glanced back at Vyse, and noticed a worried look on the boy's usually cheerful face. "Is there a problem?"
"Ramirez," Vyse slowly spoke, "have you heard the legends?"
"What legends boy?" Vyse seemed to search his memory for a moment, then recited a verse.
"Where the hot winds blow and the Red Moon glows, their lives a power of magnitude untold. The glaring eye of the desert winds, it seeks the power that resides within. Inside the cave of finest rock, the powers await for the foolish adventurer to take a chance, and play with powers that never shall end."
"Where did you hear this, this, myth?"
"It was a song, my mother used to sing it to me before…" Vyse fell silent and studied the rocks at his feet.
"Do not worry, that legend is nothing but an old wives' tale. There is not a scrap of truth to the matter, and even if there was, I don't think it would have a fighting chance against us." The Dragoon flashed a rare smile at the boy, swinging his blade through a practice routine. Vyse caught on quick, and the sun was soon glinting of their two swords, swinging in a magical synchronization. Ramirez returned his sword to his belt and motioned for the boy to follow him. "Come on kid, let's go."
Meanwhile, the Lord of the Moons was again conversing with his mysterious masters. "My lord, my White Knight has, well, he has perished sir," the Lord cringed as he spoke these words that tasted so foul in his mouth.
"Well then, you will just have to try harder," the shadowy figure replied, wavering in and out of existence. The scowl stood out on his otherwise hidden features. "Since you lost the Dragoon, a rather large loss I might add, a Dragoon from our own ranks will be coming to join you soon. You will find that she is a bit more, should we say, unique among our people." The figure cackled before slipping out of vision as he cut his connection. With a sly grin, the Lord climbed down several flights to his receiving room, glad to be rid of his overbearing master.
Stopping in front of a small screen, he pushed several keys on a small remote control and the face of the Green Ninja Marak appeared on the screen. "Master, what of me do you wish?" He asked quickly, bowing very professionally.
"My Green Ninja, how is your little tracking escapade coming along?"
"My Lord, they have almost reached the shrine. I would highly suggest awakening the 'mysterious power' you have spoken of recently."
"Very well," the Lord replied, highly disgruntled that those two traitors had progressed that far in such a short amount of time. He swiftly broke the connection to his servant and stepped over to a small floating eye that appeared closed. "Time to wake up my little friend," he chuckled, "Let's see how Ramirez handles power such as this."
Mumbling several enchantments over the strange object, the Lord suddenly went into an almost comatose state. Time hung in the room for several hours, as the Lord of the Moons was awakening ancient power. The eye opened.
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Well, I wonder if this could spell trouble for Ramirez and Vyse. A strange and powerful eyeball and a mysterious Dragoon from the seventh civilization coming down to help the Lord of the Moons. Uh-oh…
Sorry, but no connections yet… I said shorter chapters didn't I? Next chapter will reveal the destiny of the souls of… Whoops I'm getting ahead of myself. See you next chapter, maybe even within a week's time!
