Destiny's Call
Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon and I take no credit for its characters or theme. Although the idea for this story is mine, I stand to receive no gain from writing this story. I'm writing this story because I love digimon and I love to write.
The sky was suddenly alight with a deep color of orange and yellow as the sun broke above the horizon. The sky hangs low with the threat of impending snow, as a young indigo haired youth rides through a rather narrow mountain pass. He had started his journey north through the mountains a fortnight ago, despite the fact the mountains would be covered in winter's deep snows. He had ridden all night and day, only stopping to feed and rest his horse, with one 1 goal in mind... To get home...
He had been gone so long, almost 6 years, but what choice did he have? He had been banished... Banished for a crime he did not commit... His peaceful eyes cloud over and stare into nothingness as he slips into a memory he would never forget. It had been cold that night too... Unexplainable fires had been popping up all over the village where he lived. His mother had been teaching him to harness the magical energies of fire... Naturally the villagers had blamed him... a mere boy of 13.
As his horse climbs a final slope in the trail he gazes down upon the ruins of ancient Manetheren. Once Manetheren had once been the pride and joy of the Mountain Realm. Then about 3000 years ago, her last king had died defending it from the invading lowland kingdom, Masacai. Before they had been overtaken the king had ordered his people to disperse and fought for they were the people of Manetheren... The people of the Mountain Home... Despite the stand they lost and Manetheren was destroyed. Few people managed to flee and hide... Now 3000 years later history has repeated itself. Masacai had attacked again, to strike a wound to the heart of the Queen of Madoon... His beloved... Now only he was left, the last descendant of the ancient royal bloodline... Or was he. There was still smoke here and there, but it could just be smoking rubble. Sighing heavily he starts off down the hill towards the ancient city gates. Letting his horse roam towards them and set the pace, he drifts into thought again.
His father had woken him suddenly in the midnight. He had a horse waiting in the courtyard beside a grey mare that his teacher was seated upon. After his mother and sister had said their goodbyes his father had thrust the family sword into the boys hands and helped him mount. The sword was made of Varainian steel, forged at the Sapphire Temple and bound with spells during its crafting. Nothing held an edge like Varainian steel. The cross guard had an ornate silver dragon's head at each end, with fiery green emeralds for eyes. Thin lines of silver wove their way over the hilt, creating the illusion of growing vines. Set into the very end of the hilt was an odd blue crystal. When the light hit it just right it shone like blue fire. Running only bought them a few days though... The villagers pursued them. His teacher had reared his horse and met them head on... They had... They...
The indigo haired youth straightens, brought out of his memories by a... Smell... The smell of. Roasting wild snow pheasant. His hopes flared momentarily until he saw those around the fire up ahead were Masacai soldiers. Leaving his horse he crept closer to their fire, hiding behind blackened remains of buildings. He counted 5 men-at-arms. They seemed to be arguing over what loot they had gathered. As he neared them, stalking them as silent as a bakamon, he could hear them talking. "I say *I* should get that shield, I killed 6 of these damned Mountain people."
"Yes but I myself handed their 'princess' over to the General and gutted 7 of them."
He couldn't take it anymore. They were fighting over HIS birthright. Rising up, drawing his sword, he steps forward into the light. "And *I* say you leave here at once!"
The men rise drawing swords and picking up axes. As Henry pushes back his hood their commander, a large ox of a man with a wicked looking great sword, steps forward. "I know you..." The man grins wickedly. " Your that bastard King of Madoon."
"I'm also of the Manetheren family bloodline..." Henry raises his sword pointing at them. "And I demand you leave those items and leave here NOW."
The four men behind the captain chuckle "Well I think we'll get a nice reward for returning your body to our King." He advances with his men.
"I warned you!" He charges forward catching them of guard, lopping off the head of the nearest soldier, and screams the words. "Carai an Caldazar! Carai an Ellisande! Al Ellisande!"
He dodges an axe to the side, 'swift as a Raidramon'; he lops off the hand, arm and then the head of his attacker. 'Give no quarter these are butchers, be as fierce as Skullgreymon'. Soon there was only their Captain left. Charging forward they clash swords for a few minutes and finally gets the better. As his sword flies out of his hands the Captain falls against the wall with a Manetheren blade at his throat. "I'm going to let you live... ONLY to deliver a message to Joseph, your King. Tell him Manetheren will always soar, and that wherever he goes... Whatever he dose... I will be there in the shadows... Now GO!!" As the words were spoken the Captain mounts the nearest horse and gallops off.
With a sigh he goes about seeing what's left of his family treasures. He lifts up a large circular shield. The design in the center was the Manetheren family coat of arms, a large red eagle, its wings outstretches in flight, on a black background. Bordering the design was a silver border with ancient runes inscribed in black. It was faded but with some work it would shine with former glory renewed. Next he found a flag with the same design as the shield followed by a midnight black cloak. To hold the cloak around the wearers neck was a golden clasp in the shape of an eagle in flight. Finally, to his great surprise, He lift up a long bow that belong to none other than Manetheren's last king... The shaft was made from the bone of a fallen angle digimon, deeply polished to shine with pure blackness. The string was made from special woven thread. He tried pulling it back and barely made it to his cheek. He released it and it made a loud thwap as it hit his wrist gauntlet. If he hadn't been wearing one, he would of most likely of lost the arm. Along with the bow he found a belt quiver containing a few dozen metal head arrows.
Sighing he picks up the pheasant and heads back the way he came. With a whistle his horse follows. He mounts his horse at the crest of the hill. During the summertime the hill was teaming with wild flowers. Turning to take one last look at his home a tear runs down his cheek. Yet another home taken from him... Where was he to go now?.. He grips the reins and mounts as his jaw sets dangerously... Masacai...
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Please Reviews on this... Chapter 2: Masacai's Shadow will be up soon.
Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon and I take no credit for its characters or theme. Although the idea for this story is mine, I stand to receive no gain from writing this story. I'm writing this story because I love digimon and I love to write.
The sky was suddenly alight with a deep color of orange and yellow as the sun broke above the horizon. The sky hangs low with the threat of impending snow, as a young indigo haired youth rides through a rather narrow mountain pass. He had started his journey north through the mountains a fortnight ago, despite the fact the mountains would be covered in winter's deep snows. He had ridden all night and day, only stopping to feed and rest his horse, with one 1 goal in mind... To get home...
He had been gone so long, almost 6 years, but what choice did he have? He had been banished... Banished for a crime he did not commit... His peaceful eyes cloud over and stare into nothingness as he slips into a memory he would never forget. It had been cold that night too... Unexplainable fires had been popping up all over the village where he lived. His mother had been teaching him to harness the magical energies of fire... Naturally the villagers had blamed him... a mere boy of 13.
As his horse climbs a final slope in the trail he gazes down upon the ruins of ancient Manetheren. Once Manetheren had once been the pride and joy of the Mountain Realm. Then about 3000 years ago, her last king had died defending it from the invading lowland kingdom, Masacai. Before they had been overtaken the king had ordered his people to disperse and fought for they were the people of Manetheren... The people of the Mountain Home... Despite the stand they lost and Manetheren was destroyed. Few people managed to flee and hide... Now 3000 years later history has repeated itself. Masacai had attacked again, to strike a wound to the heart of the Queen of Madoon... His beloved... Now only he was left, the last descendant of the ancient royal bloodline... Or was he. There was still smoke here and there, but it could just be smoking rubble. Sighing heavily he starts off down the hill towards the ancient city gates. Letting his horse roam towards them and set the pace, he drifts into thought again.
His father had woken him suddenly in the midnight. He had a horse waiting in the courtyard beside a grey mare that his teacher was seated upon. After his mother and sister had said their goodbyes his father had thrust the family sword into the boys hands and helped him mount. The sword was made of Varainian steel, forged at the Sapphire Temple and bound with spells during its crafting. Nothing held an edge like Varainian steel. The cross guard had an ornate silver dragon's head at each end, with fiery green emeralds for eyes. Thin lines of silver wove their way over the hilt, creating the illusion of growing vines. Set into the very end of the hilt was an odd blue crystal. When the light hit it just right it shone like blue fire. Running only bought them a few days though... The villagers pursued them. His teacher had reared his horse and met them head on... They had... They...
The indigo haired youth straightens, brought out of his memories by a... Smell... The smell of. Roasting wild snow pheasant. His hopes flared momentarily until he saw those around the fire up ahead were Masacai soldiers. Leaving his horse he crept closer to their fire, hiding behind blackened remains of buildings. He counted 5 men-at-arms. They seemed to be arguing over what loot they had gathered. As he neared them, stalking them as silent as a bakamon, he could hear them talking. "I say *I* should get that shield, I killed 6 of these damned Mountain people."
"Yes but I myself handed their 'princess' over to the General and gutted 7 of them."
He couldn't take it anymore. They were fighting over HIS birthright. Rising up, drawing his sword, he steps forward into the light. "And *I* say you leave here at once!"
The men rise drawing swords and picking up axes. As Henry pushes back his hood their commander, a large ox of a man with a wicked looking great sword, steps forward. "I know you..." The man grins wickedly. " Your that bastard King of Madoon."
"I'm also of the Manetheren family bloodline..." Henry raises his sword pointing at them. "And I demand you leave those items and leave here NOW."
The four men behind the captain chuckle "Well I think we'll get a nice reward for returning your body to our King." He advances with his men.
"I warned you!" He charges forward catching them of guard, lopping off the head of the nearest soldier, and screams the words. "Carai an Caldazar! Carai an Ellisande! Al Ellisande!"
He dodges an axe to the side, 'swift as a Raidramon'; he lops off the hand, arm and then the head of his attacker. 'Give no quarter these are butchers, be as fierce as Skullgreymon'. Soon there was only their Captain left. Charging forward they clash swords for a few minutes and finally gets the better. As his sword flies out of his hands the Captain falls against the wall with a Manetheren blade at his throat. "I'm going to let you live... ONLY to deliver a message to Joseph, your King. Tell him Manetheren will always soar, and that wherever he goes... Whatever he dose... I will be there in the shadows... Now GO!!" As the words were spoken the Captain mounts the nearest horse and gallops off.
With a sigh he goes about seeing what's left of his family treasures. He lifts up a large circular shield. The design in the center was the Manetheren family coat of arms, a large red eagle, its wings outstretches in flight, on a black background. Bordering the design was a silver border with ancient runes inscribed in black. It was faded but with some work it would shine with former glory renewed. Next he found a flag with the same design as the shield followed by a midnight black cloak. To hold the cloak around the wearers neck was a golden clasp in the shape of an eagle in flight. Finally, to his great surprise, He lift up a long bow that belong to none other than Manetheren's last king... The shaft was made from the bone of a fallen angle digimon, deeply polished to shine with pure blackness. The string was made from special woven thread. He tried pulling it back and barely made it to his cheek. He released it and it made a loud thwap as it hit his wrist gauntlet. If he hadn't been wearing one, he would of most likely of lost the arm. Along with the bow he found a belt quiver containing a few dozen metal head arrows.
Sighing he picks up the pheasant and heads back the way he came. With a whistle his horse follows. He mounts his horse at the crest of the hill. During the summertime the hill was teaming with wild flowers. Turning to take one last look at his home a tear runs down his cheek. Yet another home taken from him... Where was he to go now?.. He grips the reins and mounts as his jaw sets dangerously... Masacai...
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Please Reviews on this... Chapter 2: Masacai's Shadow will be up soon.