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CHAPTER 3: "Revival of the Spirit"
"And for your forecast tonight it appears we will be receiving some unexpected showers around the next hour. But if you take a look outside, these aren't ordinary storm clouds. Our scientists are looking into them and we should have more news later on. And that is Channel 44 Team News. Thank you and goodnight." A small window store TV set on the news channel went out and the annoying buzzing noise, that reaches your ears when the cable is out, was muted from the noise of the purple and black clouds above. A few newspapers blew softly across the streets and moved a soft drink can. It was crunched under a tennis shoe that hurried on the street.
"If it rains on me I'm going to be ticked." Christa muttered silently. She was walking home from work after her vehicle wouldn't start and there was no one around to help her out so she left it in the store garage. Nobody was out on the streets tonight because of the strange colors and actions of the clouds. Personally a meteor could've fallen from space and blew the city to heck and Christa wouldn't have cared so she took a "risk" and was about a block away from home. She wasn't at all surprised from the sudden heat front that hit the city. Christa was just grateful she didn't have to haul around a coat anymore.
"Oh heck I'll just cut across an ally." The clouds above her flashed but it wasn't lightning. It was a more powerful force that was under pressure in the vapor of the sky. Instead of water droplets, electric vibes were forming from the pressure. They started breaking apart and that caused the flashes. Suddenly ahead of her a great pillar of lightning struck the pavement and the electric vibes flowed into the trash that leaked from the trash bin. Christa stopped short, startled and unsure what to do. Her instincts told her to turn back but another lightning bolt blocked an escape.
"What's this?!" She asked herself. She kept telling herself to remain calm and not to panic. The lightning bolts faded and the objects they struck glowed brightly in purple light. Then they started waving to a chant that struck the night air. The language was undecipherable and was only heard in mutters. Suddenly the bits of trash and debris flew up into straight columns and in a way glued themselves together to create hideous forms of monsters created from the trash humans used.
"I guess this is what happens when we don't recycle." Christa said aloud. She found a lead pipe next to the wall of the ally and armed herself. She didn't know if it would be much of use to her, seeing that these monsters appeared by magic. Physical ability, which was what Christa had, may not harm these dark spirits that opposed her. Thoughts came to her to run out of the ally, that wasn't blocked anymore but the young girl knew better. You couldn't run from anything.
There was a frightening amount of silence between the monsters that had formed into beats with black eyes. In their tin hands held dangerous weapons made of metal and spiked wire. The chant came again although different and more deep. Christa took a step back. Their eyes glowed brightly and all of a sudden one moved the tin and wired sword and charged with fast agility. Christa flung herself out of the way and jammed her pipe against the monster that held a metal chain over her. She kicked violently against the leg and it broke apart and the monster fell to the earth. Christa leaped to her feet with the same fire in her muscles when she was still in the martial arts. She swung the lead pipe against the other monster's head behind her and it collapsed completely. It was surprising how strong one pipe could be when you had the physical strength to go with it. Soon they all lay in heaps of trash before her feet.
It didn't feel right, even though they were nothing more then paper plates, but it was over. Christa threw aside her weapon and turned to leave the ally. And it wasn't "all right" for as soon as she took her next step the mysterious chant came again, stronger and more commanding then the first couple of times. Christa froze and unarmed. A tin can infront of her reflected the new surge of power that came from the clouds and gave to the piles of debris. Her eyes grew wide at what they were this time. Not walking piles of garbage but actual monsters. They almost looked like the kind that she saw in fairy tales only much more deadly. One of them approached her from behind and it was the biggest of them all. Christa didn't move but the enemy's eyesight wasn't pour and in a blink of an eye the deadly force of the monster's claws lifted her up high into the sky.
For a moment the blonde thought that the beast's intention was to let her fall to the earth like a cracked egg, but she was wrong. The beasts caught her and tossed her around like a cat playing with its kill. She was slammed against the brick walls and thrown to the pavement like a rag doll. Blood spilled from her for head and Christa felt her ribs give way from the pressure. She moaned softly afraid that any cry out of pain would either kill her instantly or only make them take more painful measures.
Christa felt the pavement again and reached for the pipe that laid a few inches away. Her hand grasped it. The biggest monster stepped over her with its jaws dripping with salvia. Two skinny beasts slipped on both her sides growling with the thrill to kill. It was no use to fight. The pipe, once so light felt like a rock in her hand. Three against one and the judges had already decided. She let the pipe drop from her hands and heard it hit the ground like a drum. The slithery monsters lunged at her face and Christa closed her eyes waiting for their jaws to tear her flesh. There was another painful moment of silence and the final sounds of saliva falling from their mouths.
"I failed myself." Christa whispered. Tears dropped from her tightly closed eyes waiting for the pain. But it didn't come and Christa felt her eyes close more tightly. She squinted and saw that the whole world seemed to be lit by a red nightlight. The monsters jumped back ten feet from Christa. The young girl quickly adapted to the bright force of light and saw that it was all coming from an orb the size of tangerine. She turned over and continued to stare at it. It was calling to her. A soft warm call of power that she was destined to hold. Her hand reached for it. "Don't!" Christa's eyes turned and saw a thin woman leaned against the ally wall with casually crossed arms and legs. * Erica.?!* Christa thought. "Wh-what?" The young girl asked. The orb stopped glowing and fell to the pavement beside her. "Touching that spirit will chain your soul to the fate and power of your destiny for as long as you live." From her chest came a glowing light of white that surrounded Erica in a pillar of sun and moon light that flashed around her body creating white ad silver armor that covered her body and lifted her from the ground with wings of a dragon. Beside her hand came a long strong bow filled with magical power.
"What are you?" Christa asked staring at her. The monsters seemed not to care and charged forth at her. Erica lifted herself from the ground and lifted the bow over her head. "Star Children!" She said and let her hands fall to her sides that created magical light stars that hit the pavement and pools under the monsters that exploded in flashes and stars of light. The monsters burst in blood and there was nothing that could harm them anymore. The mysterious clouds above their heads cleared and the moon reflected on Erica's armored body. She stared at Christa and touched the center of her chest and her armor disappeared in another fantastic flash of light and she was in her regular cloths again.
"I am the loyal servant and knight of the White Silver Dragon." She said smoothly. "A Dragoon?" Christa asked. She tried stand up on her feet and suddenly realized the pain in her body that was still there. Erica smiled and pulled out her White Silver Dragon spirit. "The White Silver Dragon has powers full of healing magic. It can heal your body from those wounds." As she spoke her spirit orb glowed and the healing light flowed into Christa's veins. The blonde looked over at the red orb that lay softly on the concrete. "Why did you stop me, Erica? From receiving my fate like you?" Christa stood up and walked over to the orb and stared at it. Erica joined her by her side.
"I believe that whether it is "fate" or not, people should be given a choice whether they will accept their destiny or not. So I gave you that choice. I made that choice and I accepted my fate. The only question is, are you willing to walk that same road of chained destiny?" Christa frowned at the orb. "Who would take my place if I chose not to accept it?" "The fates that are given to us cannot be completed by the souls of others. There may be no one else to take upon your destiny." Erica said seriously. Christa stared down on the orb's glimmering beauty. * There's nothing else for me here and there may be a reason that this is given to me. * She reached down and picked it up in her hands. The orb glowed brightly and surrounded the last of the darkness in the ally with the Red-Eye's power.
"I accept my fate as the Dragoon Knight of the Red-Eye Dragon."
* ssp47's corner * Yes it was a shorter chapter, but other chapters will be longer. So Erica IS the White Silver Dragoon, not the Violet. I didn't think the thunder element suited her. ^_^
CHAPTER 3: "Revival of the Spirit"
"And for your forecast tonight it appears we will be receiving some unexpected showers around the next hour. But if you take a look outside, these aren't ordinary storm clouds. Our scientists are looking into them and we should have more news later on. And that is Channel 44 Team News. Thank you and goodnight." A small window store TV set on the news channel went out and the annoying buzzing noise, that reaches your ears when the cable is out, was muted from the noise of the purple and black clouds above. A few newspapers blew softly across the streets and moved a soft drink can. It was crunched under a tennis shoe that hurried on the street.
"If it rains on me I'm going to be ticked." Christa muttered silently. She was walking home from work after her vehicle wouldn't start and there was no one around to help her out so she left it in the store garage. Nobody was out on the streets tonight because of the strange colors and actions of the clouds. Personally a meteor could've fallen from space and blew the city to heck and Christa wouldn't have cared so she took a "risk" and was about a block away from home. She wasn't at all surprised from the sudden heat front that hit the city. Christa was just grateful she didn't have to haul around a coat anymore.
"Oh heck I'll just cut across an ally." The clouds above her flashed but it wasn't lightning. It was a more powerful force that was under pressure in the vapor of the sky. Instead of water droplets, electric vibes were forming from the pressure. They started breaking apart and that caused the flashes. Suddenly ahead of her a great pillar of lightning struck the pavement and the electric vibes flowed into the trash that leaked from the trash bin. Christa stopped short, startled and unsure what to do. Her instincts told her to turn back but another lightning bolt blocked an escape.
"What's this?!" She asked herself. She kept telling herself to remain calm and not to panic. The lightning bolts faded and the objects they struck glowed brightly in purple light. Then they started waving to a chant that struck the night air. The language was undecipherable and was only heard in mutters. Suddenly the bits of trash and debris flew up into straight columns and in a way glued themselves together to create hideous forms of monsters created from the trash humans used.
"I guess this is what happens when we don't recycle." Christa said aloud. She found a lead pipe next to the wall of the ally and armed herself. She didn't know if it would be much of use to her, seeing that these monsters appeared by magic. Physical ability, which was what Christa had, may not harm these dark spirits that opposed her. Thoughts came to her to run out of the ally, that wasn't blocked anymore but the young girl knew better. You couldn't run from anything.
There was a frightening amount of silence between the monsters that had formed into beats with black eyes. In their tin hands held dangerous weapons made of metal and spiked wire. The chant came again although different and more deep. Christa took a step back. Their eyes glowed brightly and all of a sudden one moved the tin and wired sword and charged with fast agility. Christa flung herself out of the way and jammed her pipe against the monster that held a metal chain over her. She kicked violently against the leg and it broke apart and the monster fell to the earth. Christa leaped to her feet with the same fire in her muscles when she was still in the martial arts. She swung the lead pipe against the other monster's head behind her and it collapsed completely. It was surprising how strong one pipe could be when you had the physical strength to go with it. Soon they all lay in heaps of trash before her feet.
It didn't feel right, even though they were nothing more then paper plates, but it was over. Christa threw aside her weapon and turned to leave the ally. And it wasn't "all right" for as soon as she took her next step the mysterious chant came again, stronger and more commanding then the first couple of times. Christa froze and unarmed. A tin can infront of her reflected the new surge of power that came from the clouds and gave to the piles of debris. Her eyes grew wide at what they were this time. Not walking piles of garbage but actual monsters. They almost looked like the kind that she saw in fairy tales only much more deadly. One of them approached her from behind and it was the biggest of them all. Christa didn't move but the enemy's eyesight wasn't pour and in a blink of an eye the deadly force of the monster's claws lifted her up high into the sky.
For a moment the blonde thought that the beast's intention was to let her fall to the earth like a cracked egg, but she was wrong. The beasts caught her and tossed her around like a cat playing with its kill. She was slammed against the brick walls and thrown to the pavement like a rag doll. Blood spilled from her for head and Christa felt her ribs give way from the pressure. She moaned softly afraid that any cry out of pain would either kill her instantly or only make them take more painful measures.
Christa felt the pavement again and reached for the pipe that laid a few inches away. Her hand grasped it. The biggest monster stepped over her with its jaws dripping with salvia. Two skinny beasts slipped on both her sides growling with the thrill to kill. It was no use to fight. The pipe, once so light felt like a rock in her hand. Three against one and the judges had already decided. She let the pipe drop from her hands and heard it hit the ground like a drum. The slithery monsters lunged at her face and Christa closed her eyes waiting for their jaws to tear her flesh. There was another painful moment of silence and the final sounds of saliva falling from their mouths.
"I failed myself." Christa whispered. Tears dropped from her tightly closed eyes waiting for the pain. But it didn't come and Christa felt her eyes close more tightly. She squinted and saw that the whole world seemed to be lit by a red nightlight. The monsters jumped back ten feet from Christa. The young girl quickly adapted to the bright force of light and saw that it was all coming from an orb the size of tangerine. She turned over and continued to stare at it. It was calling to her. A soft warm call of power that she was destined to hold. Her hand reached for it. "Don't!" Christa's eyes turned and saw a thin woman leaned against the ally wall with casually crossed arms and legs. * Erica.?!* Christa thought. "Wh-what?" The young girl asked. The orb stopped glowing and fell to the pavement beside her. "Touching that spirit will chain your soul to the fate and power of your destiny for as long as you live." From her chest came a glowing light of white that surrounded Erica in a pillar of sun and moon light that flashed around her body creating white ad silver armor that covered her body and lifted her from the ground with wings of a dragon. Beside her hand came a long strong bow filled with magical power.
"What are you?" Christa asked staring at her. The monsters seemed not to care and charged forth at her. Erica lifted herself from the ground and lifted the bow over her head. "Star Children!" She said and let her hands fall to her sides that created magical light stars that hit the pavement and pools under the monsters that exploded in flashes and stars of light. The monsters burst in blood and there was nothing that could harm them anymore. The mysterious clouds above their heads cleared and the moon reflected on Erica's armored body. She stared at Christa and touched the center of her chest and her armor disappeared in another fantastic flash of light and she was in her regular cloths again.
"I am the loyal servant and knight of the White Silver Dragon." She said smoothly. "A Dragoon?" Christa asked. She tried stand up on her feet and suddenly realized the pain in her body that was still there. Erica smiled and pulled out her White Silver Dragon spirit. "The White Silver Dragon has powers full of healing magic. It can heal your body from those wounds." As she spoke her spirit orb glowed and the healing light flowed into Christa's veins. The blonde looked over at the red orb that lay softly on the concrete. "Why did you stop me, Erica? From receiving my fate like you?" Christa stood up and walked over to the orb and stared at it. Erica joined her by her side.
"I believe that whether it is "fate" or not, people should be given a choice whether they will accept their destiny or not. So I gave you that choice. I made that choice and I accepted my fate. The only question is, are you willing to walk that same road of chained destiny?" Christa frowned at the orb. "Who would take my place if I chose not to accept it?" "The fates that are given to us cannot be completed by the souls of others. There may be no one else to take upon your destiny." Erica said seriously. Christa stared down on the orb's glimmering beauty. * There's nothing else for me here and there may be a reason that this is given to me. * She reached down and picked it up in her hands. The orb glowed brightly and surrounded the last of the darkness in the ally with the Red-Eye's power.
"I accept my fate as the Dragoon Knight of the Red-Eye Dragon."
* ssp47's corner * Yes it was a shorter chapter, but other chapters will be longer. So Erica IS the White Silver Dragoon, not the Violet. I didn't think the thunder element suited her. ^_^