CHAPTER 4: "Fate's Road"
Erica wrapped the thick warm blanket tightly around her shoulders. It was a cold morning and the small apartment was not flourishing with warmth. Late that night the girls had pulled out every blanket and towel from the closets and bathroom and used them to assure a warm night sleep. Erica had taken the couch that folded into a twin bed and Christa resided in her bedroom. The American Oriental breathed gratefully. She had not expected for the Red- Eye Dragon to accept her fate, but she had and it gave Erica sense of comfort because she wouldn't be alone anymore on the journey. She had left her home in Tokyo Japan two years ago in search of the Red-Eye that would lead her along her destiny. Erica remembered the vision she had right before her fifteenth birthday. She had seen her ancient ancestors tell her that her chained road of fate would come in a spirit of magic.
It had puzzled her to the brink of insanity in such a way that she felt prompted to seek guidance from her father. Her father prayed to the ancestors and Erica received the same message. Then in a dream the young girl saw the world burn in spiritual fire. Erica, herself in the dream, cried out to whoever heard her asking how she could prevent this curse. She was answered with the White Silver Dragon spirit with her hands. The next morning the seventeen year-old showed it to her parents and they told her the Legend of the Dragoon that had been passed down from generation to generation. Erica's destiny was to find the Red-Eye before the fire flashed and the world would be saved with the birth of an angel. Erica soon realized through her two years of training with her new powers that saving the world would not be an easy task.
"Find the soul of the Red-Eye and bring him to knowledge that he may open the gate to the road of the sun and an angel shall be born on that day." Erica murmured.
That was the poem given to her by her parent's known legend. Erica stood up on her feet and let the blankets fall to the couch-bed. Erica wore gray sweatpants and a black tank top. She walked over to the big sliding window in the room and carefully pressed her hand against the glass. In this country, Alta, there was said to be the Mountain of Redeemed Souls where mystical elves were said to reside. Although it was said to only be a myth, elves were wise and knew many things about ancient prophecies and the end of the world stuff. But from this city called Harrelson, it would take well over thirteen days by car.
Suddenly Christa entered the room. She was wearing the same pajamas from a couple of nights ago. She seemed surprised to see Erica staring out the window as if she were interested in the dirty laundry that hung from the neighbor's windows.
"Up already, huh? Were you awaken by the lovely aroma of decaying underwear in the morning?" She had meant it as a joke although she never made them so it entered Erica's ears as an uncaring remark. "No. I was up for awhile." She replied. Christa felt the dark shadow she created by her cold tongue but shrugged it off and entered the kitchen. It was very awkward having another live in your home.
"Would you like anything for breakfast?" Christa asked finding an empty refrigerator. "No thank you."
Christa shut the fridge door and hunted in the empty cabinets. Finally she found a box of Raisin Meal. She grabbed a clean white ordinary bowl and dumped some cereal into it carelessly.
"So.how long have you been training with your spirit?" Christa asked not looking up. She hunted more in the creaky cabinets and found some canned milk and made a mixture with water and created "food storage milk". She ate the cereal while waiting for Erica's reply.
"About two years." Erica walked over to the kitchen counter and her side on it. "What do you feel we need to do?" She asked this without eye contact. * I wonder if the same thoughts dwell in her mind that control mine? *
Christa swallowed and shrugged, not seeming to care. "I don't know really. I just got this thing and I'm not really sure how to use it. But it'd be helpful to find people with information and an idea on what's going on." * Well I guess that's close enough. * Erica thought.
"Why? What do you feel we need to do?"
"From what I know there's a myth that elves reside on Mt. of Redeemed Souls. They are said to know every legend there is." The oriental replied. "But you need experience with you spirit first." Christa rested her bowl on the counter and Erica went on.
"And this place is a perfect newspaper article if your neighbors saw anything suspicious. So I think we should head up into the mountains for awhile and train where it's quiet." Christa crossed her arms and leaned on one foot.
"That sounds logical, but wouldn't we come across any monsters like the crap last night?"
"Probably. We have more on our shoulders then just saving the world." Christa nodded and stared at the ceiling with a frown.
"What exactly do we have to do as Dragoons? Is the world really at risk?"
"We shouldn't be worried about anything we aren't prepared for and a mission is one of them. We have to train together and learn how to fight in battle as a team." Christa stared at Erica.
"You know it'd help a lot if you'd stop talking like you were forty years old. There's a mysterious air about you I don't like and I got a strong feeling you know a heck a lot more of what to do than I do." Erica stared back and said smoothly.
"If you would open your heart instead of your mouth, you would learn more."
*~* ~Flash back~
~ Nobody dared say anything more. Once Erica's father made a decision, it was like Jesus had spoken the bible. It was final. The Echo family would be moving out of Japan and into the United States. Terrain Echo, the man of the household, worked for a computer upgrade program company. The company had grown over the country and the last stop was the U.S. The transfer would be made in the next month. Erica respectfully approved her father's decision as well with the rest of her elders and mother.
"It will be exciting to explore new places." She said quietly although she didn't mean it. Her sixteenth birthday would be in a few months and here she had to leave her home to a country she knew little about, even though she was mostly blood American. She was excused early from the dinner table and the sad girl went for a walk out in her parent's glorious gardens.
She had a favorite place among the cherry trees and lilies in the pond. She sat on a small hill surrounded by cherry trees that were about to burst in blossoms. It was a peaceful resting place for Erica. It was reverent and quiet. The only noise came from the trees above her where a bird's nest was sleeping until the family would hatch. Here Erica could show her true feelings and let off her mask. Here and only this place did she cry and she cried all the night long not making a sound but letting the tears flow down her cheeks. A sympathetic bird flew on a small branch above her head and sang a soft lullaby. Erica listened to it intently, tuning everything else out of her head. Finding words that matched to the melody, Erica sang a little bit.
The songbird stopped singing and suddenly flew away. Erica heard footsteps behind her and saw her mother stand in front of her. For a minute she said nothing, rather pondering on what she wanted to say.
"I'm just as sad as you but if you would be with us as a family we could get through this together. It's hard on us if we take it alone."
"I'd rather be with myself. It's different for then it is for you. You've been to America and you like it there."
"I don't like everything there." Her mother replied sitting next to her. "I'm sure you'll get used to it. You might even like it."
"I don't think so. It won't be the same." Her mother sighed and searched for the words to say that would impact her daughter's sight of the country.
"It is human to be attached to the place you were born. You grew up here and Japan will always be your home. And it isn't human to not accept things for what they are. But it is wrong to never allow yourself to see the light in all things. You may be needed there." ~
Needed was the key word. Erica had wondered so many times if her mother somehow knew what she was destined to do. She stared at Christa for the first time in Dragoon armor. They were both floating a couple of inches from the ground. Erica armed with her bow and arrows while Christa had no weapon at the moment.
"What am I supposed to fight with?" Christa asked with somewhat expectation for a weapon of some type to come out of thin air.
"For now I will teach you to cast spells. The Red-Eye has been traditionally armed with a sword and since you are in need of one, the spirit will equip you with one. But it is far easier to learn with the sword then with your mind. So the sooner you learn to cast spells, the quicker you might gain your hold on them. So first things first, to cast a spell you must call on the power of the dragon."
"And how am I supposed to do that?" Christa asked.
"You lift up from the ground and prepare your mind for the spell." Christa rose a bit in the air. "All you do is relax and let the Dragon talk to you."
"What?!" Christa demanded rudely. Erica bit a part of the inside of her lip.
"Watch what I do." She was motionless for a few seconds and magical energy charged over her armor.
She lifted her bow over her head and light masses surrounded her and flew away and became pools of light under Christa.
"Star Children!" Erica commanded. Arrows of light hit the ground and Erica dropped her hands to her sides and the pools condensed and exploded into a pillar of heat. Christa groaned and felt her armor still intact.
"How are you teaching me by blowing me to bits?!" She demanded angrily. Erica touched the ground.
"You must trust in your armor. As you can see, I was far from blowing you to bits." Again the magic charged around her armor and she lifted from the ground and held her bow up high above her head and gracefully and drew a silver arrow through it and bent backwards and shot the arrow high into the sky. "Moon Light." Christa watched amazed as the silver moon appeared and poured its light down onto Christa's armor and her strength and magical defense recovered.
Christa landed on the ground and watched Erica touched the ground again.
"Now you try as I have done. Let the dragon speak through you."
"Are you kidding me? I don't know anything about casting spells or letting dragons speak through me!"
"Relax and try." Erica said patiently. "If you are to be a successful Dragoon, you must master the art of spell casting." * Oh, this may not work.Why is she making this so difficult on herself? * Christa grit her teeth and lifted from the ground. She stared at the ground and couldn't see the magical power charged over her armor.
"Look it's not working!"
"You're mind is turbulent and you're not letting the dragon speak through your mind." Erica said. Christa tried again but no magic power was felt thought the armor's abilities. She clenched her fist and growled softly. "Look! I can't get this to work! I can't do it!"
"You're a fool to not let yourself try." Erica said softly.
"I have tried and nothing's happened!
"Then quit." Erica said firmly. She bent her head in disappointment. Christa ignored her and the Red-Eye armor disappeared. Suddenly there was a loud rumbling in the woods and the earth shook in very timed beats.
"What's tha-" Christa was lifted from the ground by the hand of a huge mountain troll. Erica stared with wide eyes. The troll grunted and smashed the blonde down to earth. Erica rushed over to the girl and found she was still breathing but her body was badly hurt. But she couldn't cure her now without a risk that in the process she two would get injured. She rested Christa safely on a rock and she quickly flew from the ground and aimed a strong arrow at the head of the troll.
The green slimy head flew back and the troll held his head and painfully cried out and stomped on the earth swinging his club madly. It was like a wrecker ball made of wood and Erica could not strike without risking the hit of the club. The troll stopped moving and growled angrily at Erica in her White Silver Dragoon armor. He roared at her knowing that she was the cause of his pain and tossed his club. Erica couldn't dodge it and quickly countered it with another arrow. The troll growled deeply and swung at Erica stupidly. The young warrior dodged all his hits and shot three more arrows into his thick skull. A loud roar erupted from the forest and it ringed in Erica's ears.
Suddenly the white orb centered on her chest sparkled. That was the signal that her time as a Dragoon was almost up and she had to act fast. The troll saw the distraction of his roar and sucked in a lot of air and literally the earth shook. The pitch of the cry was high and it screamed loudly in Erica's ears. She stood motionless in the air and was hit by the power of the troll and fell to the earth. Erica looked over at Christa and held her bow tightly and aimed another arrow into the sky and cast her healing spell over her comrade.
"Moon Light."
The troll stood over her and with a tree trunk in his hands he blew a hit on the armor that absorbed the hit and disappeared with Erica left unconscious.
Christa felt the moon's healing power revive her and she lifted her eyes over and saw the troll strike Erica right before her armor disappeared. She grit her teeth at the massive headache in her head.
"He's gonna pay." She growled.
She tightly clasped her Red-Eye dragon spirit and transformed into the armor in a fantastic flow of flames. The troll aimed another fist over Erica ready to strike again but felt a painful strike erupt from his right arm. His eyes flashed around and saw Christa floating in midair with the "evil eye" on her face.
"Oh, did that hurt?" She said ruthlessly.
The troll roared in fury. There was yet another pest to deal with. "Come on!" Christa challenged as the troll charged at her. She dodged him from the left and let him swing to the right and dove under his belly and kicked him hard in the groin.
The troll knelt to the ground and screamed. The same paralyzing sound vibes flew through Christa's ears but she paid no heed and shot from the ground. A new feeling of power surged through her armor and she felt the magic charged over her armor. A strange language was in her ears. * This, this is the voice of the dragon. Please, let me have your power. * From the orb centered in her chest came a burning ball of fire that charged over her chest and Christa felt the words of the spell come through. "Flame Shot!" She cried and she hit the ball as hard as she could and sent it hurling down at the cowering troll. With a flash of light the troll exploded in the flames and was no more.
Christa gently touched the ground and the Dragoon armor released the hold on her body. She quickly ran over to Erica and shook her shoulders violently.
"Hey wake up. Wake up!" Erica's eyes opened and she frowned from the violent shaking of her shoulders.
"Alright I'm awake." She said rather irritated. She stood up and looked around and saw the burnt area of earth. Flames were still burning around the circle of ash and Erica understood. She smiled to herself.
"Well, you discovered the art of spell casting." Christa shook her hand and gesticulated again with her hand.
"He got me mad and I just gave him a piece of my mind."
"Even so that was a spell. And it will only get stronger as you fight." Erica smiled at her. Christa stared back.
"Yeah, well I can't imagine it getting any stronger than that.you should've seen its eyes when it saw the fireball hurl down at it. It was so priceless."
"Heh." Erica muttered not interested. "Did you collect the gold?"
"What gold?" Christa asked looking at her with raised eyebrows.
"Mountain trolls and other enemies have some gold that they carry and if you defeat them you keep it along with any other items you find." Erica walked over to the ash and lifted a small pouch. Christa nodded.
"Cool."
"And that's not all." From deep in the ash Erica pulled out a long golden- jeweled sword with a glistening blade.
* ssp47's Corner * Again I'd like to thank Striker for reviewing for the past three times in a row! Congrats, you're my #1 reviewer! And to answer your question, I was amused because I knew that you thought Erica was the Violet dragon based on her eye color. Heh, heh. If you think about it, it's kind of funny. And yes Christa finally managed a small version of the "Flame Shot". She'll be using it quite a bit until she learns the next spell and I will be making up my own spells for the Dragoons. So right now Christa is at Dragon Level 1 and Erica is at Level 2. I'm kind of cheating at the levels because now they can attack a lot more before their Dragon charge runs out. Just to let you know. ^_^
Erica wrapped the thick warm blanket tightly around her shoulders. It was a cold morning and the small apartment was not flourishing with warmth. Late that night the girls had pulled out every blanket and towel from the closets and bathroom and used them to assure a warm night sleep. Erica had taken the couch that folded into a twin bed and Christa resided in her bedroom. The American Oriental breathed gratefully. She had not expected for the Red- Eye Dragon to accept her fate, but she had and it gave Erica sense of comfort because she wouldn't be alone anymore on the journey. She had left her home in Tokyo Japan two years ago in search of the Red-Eye that would lead her along her destiny. Erica remembered the vision she had right before her fifteenth birthday. She had seen her ancient ancestors tell her that her chained road of fate would come in a spirit of magic.
It had puzzled her to the brink of insanity in such a way that she felt prompted to seek guidance from her father. Her father prayed to the ancestors and Erica received the same message. Then in a dream the young girl saw the world burn in spiritual fire. Erica, herself in the dream, cried out to whoever heard her asking how she could prevent this curse. She was answered with the White Silver Dragon spirit with her hands. The next morning the seventeen year-old showed it to her parents and they told her the Legend of the Dragoon that had been passed down from generation to generation. Erica's destiny was to find the Red-Eye before the fire flashed and the world would be saved with the birth of an angel. Erica soon realized through her two years of training with her new powers that saving the world would not be an easy task.
"Find the soul of the Red-Eye and bring him to knowledge that he may open the gate to the road of the sun and an angel shall be born on that day." Erica murmured.
That was the poem given to her by her parent's known legend. Erica stood up on her feet and let the blankets fall to the couch-bed. Erica wore gray sweatpants and a black tank top. She walked over to the big sliding window in the room and carefully pressed her hand against the glass. In this country, Alta, there was said to be the Mountain of Redeemed Souls where mystical elves were said to reside. Although it was said to only be a myth, elves were wise and knew many things about ancient prophecies and the end of the world stuff. But from this city called Harrelson, it would take well over thirteen days by car.
Suddenly Christa entered the room. She was wearing the same pajamas from a couple of nights ago. She seemed surprised to see Erica staring out the window as if she were interested in the dirty laundry that hung from the neighbor's windows.
"Up already, huh? Were you awaken by the lovely aroma of decaying underwear in the morning?" She had meant it as a joke although she never made them so it entered Erica's ears as an uncaring remark. "No. I was up for awhile." She replied. Christa felt the dark shadow she created by her cold tongue but shrugged it off and entered the kitchen. It was very awkward having another live in your home.
"Would you like anything for breakfast?" Christa asked finding an empty refrigerator. "No thank you."
Christa shut the fridge door and hunted in the empty cabinets. Finally she found a box of Raisin Meal. She grabbed a clean white ordinary bowl and dumped some cereal into it carelessly.
"So.how long have you been training with your spirit?" Christa asked not looking up. She hunted more in the creaky cabinets and found some canned milk and made a mixture with water and created "food storage milk". She ate the cereal while waiting for Erica's reply.
"About two years." Erica walked over to the kitchen counter and her side on it. "What do you feel we need to do?" She asked this without eye contact. * I wonder if the same thoughts dwell in her mind that control mine? *
Christa swallowed and shrugged, not seeming to care. "I don't know really. I just got this thing and I'm not really sure how to use it. But it'd be helpful to find people with information and an idea on what's going on." * Well I guess that's close enough. * Erica thought.
"Why? What do you feel we need to do?"
"From what I know there's a myth that elves reside on Mt. of Redeemed Souls. They are said to know every legend there is." The oriental replied. "But you need experience with you spirit first." Christa rested her bowl on the counter and Erica went on.
"And this place is a perfect newspaper article if your neighbors saw anything suspicious. So I think we should head up into the mountains for awhile and train where it's quiet." Christa crossed her arms and leaned on one foot.
"That sounds logical, but wouldn't we come across any monsters like the crap last night?"
"Probably. We have more on our shoulders then just saving the world." Christa nodded and stared at the ceiling with a frown.
"What exactly do we have to do as Dragoons? Is the world really at risk?"
"We shouldn't be worried about anything we aren't prepared for and a mission is one of them. We have to train together and learn how to fight in battle as a team." Christa stared at Erica.
"You know it'd help a lot if you'd stop talking like you were forty years old. There's a mysterious air about you I don't like and I got a strong feeling you know a heck a lot more of what to do than I do." Erica stared back and said smoothly.
"If you would open your heart instead of your mouth, you would learn more."
*~* ~Flash back~
~ Nobody dared say anything more. Once Erica's father made a decision, it was like Jesus had spoken the bible. It was final. The Echo family would be moving out of Japan and into the United States. Terrain Echo, the man of the household, worked for a computer upgrade program company. The company had grown over the country and the last stop was the U.S. The transfer would be made in the next month. Erica respectfully approved her father's decision as well with the rest of her elders and mother.
"It will be exciting to explore new places." She said quietly although she didn't mean it. Her sixteenth birthday would be in a few months and here she had to leave her home to a country she knew little about, even though she was mostly blood American. She was excused early from the dinner table and the sad girl went for a walk out in her parent's glorious gardens.
She had a favorite place among the cherry trees and lilies in the pond. She sat on a small hill surrounded by cherry trees that were about to burst in blossoms. It was a peaceful resting place for Erica. It was reverent and quiet. The only noise came from the trees above her where a bird's nest was sleeping until the family would hatch. Here Erica could show her true feelings and let off her mask. Here and only this place did she cry and she cried all the night long not making a sound but letting the tears flow down her cheeks. A sympathetic bird flew on a small branch above her head and sang a soft lullaby. Erica listened to it intently, tuning everything else out of her head. Finding words that matched to the melody, Erica sang a little bit.
The songbird stopped singing and suddenly flew away. Erica heard footsteps behind her and saw her mother stand in front of her. For a minute she said nothing, rather pondering on what she wanted to say.
"I'm just as sad as you but if you would be with us as a family we could get through this together. It's hard on us if we take it alone."
"I'd rather be with myself. It's different for then it is for you. You've been to America and you like it there."
"I don't like everything there." Her mother replied sitting next to her. "I'm sure you'll get used to it. You might even like it."
"I don't think so. It won't be the same." Her mother sighed and searched for the words to say that would impact her daughter's sight of the country.
"It is human to be attached to the place you were born. You grew up here and Japan will always be your home. And it isn't human to not accept things for what they are. But it is wrong to never allow yourself to see the light in all things. You may be needed there." ~
Needed was the key word. Erica had wondered so many times if her mother somehow knew what she was destined to do. She stared at Christa for the first time in Dragoon armor. They were both floating a couple of inches from the ground. Erica armed with her bow and arrows while Christa had no weapon at the moment.
"What am I supposed to fight with?" Christa asked with somewhat expectation for a weapon of some type to come out of thin air.
"For now I will teach you to cast spells. The Red-Eye has been traditionally armed with a sword and since you are in need of one, the spirit will equip you with one. But it is far easier to learn with the sword then with your mind. So the sooner you learn to cast spells, the quicker you might gain your hold on them. So first things first, to cast a spell you must call on the power of the dragon."
"And how am I supposed to do that?" Christa asked.
"You lift up from the ground and prepare your mind for the spell." Christa rose a bit in the air. "All you do is relax and let the Dragon talk to you."
"What?!" Christa demanded rudely. Erica bit a part of the inside of her lip.
"Watch what I do." She was motionless for a few seconds and magical energy charged over her armor.
She lifted her bow over her head and light masses surrounded her and flew away and became pools of light under Christa.
"Star Children!" Erica commanded. Arrows of light hit the ground and Erica dropped her hands to her sides and the pools condensed and exploded into a pillar of heat. Christa groaned and felt her armor still intact.
"How are you teaching me by blowing me to bits?!" She demanded angrily. Erica touched the ground.
"You must trust in your armor. As you can see, I was far from blowing you to bits." Again the magic charged around her armor and she lifted from the ground and held her bow up high above her head and gracefully and drew a silver arrow through it and bent backwards and shot the arrow high into the sky. "Moon Light." Christa watched amazed as the silver moon appeared and poured its light down onto Christa's armor and her strength and magical defense recovered.
Christa landed on the ground and watched Erica touched the ground again.
"Now you try as I have done. Let the dragon speak through you."
"Are you kidding me? I don't know anything about casting spells or letting dragons speak through me!"
"Relax and try." Erica said patiently. "If you are to be a successful Dragoon, you must master the art of spell casting." * Oh, this may not work.Why is she making this so difficult on herself? * Christa grit her teeth and lifted from the ground. She stared at the ground and couldn't see the magical power charged over her armor.
"Look it's not working!"
"You're mind is turbulent and you're not letting the dragon speak through your mind." Erica said. Christa tried again but no magic power was felt thought the armor's abilities. She clenched her fist and growled softly. "Look! I can't get this to work! I can't do it!"
"You're a fool to not let yourself try." Erica said softly.
"I have tried and nothing's happened!
"Then quit." Erica said firmly. She bent her head in disappointment. Christa ignored her and the Red-Eye armor disappeared. Suddenly there was a loud rumbling in the woods and the earth shook in very timed beats.
"What's tha-" Christa was lifted from the ground by the hand of a huge mountain troll. Erica stared with wide eyes. The troll grunted and smashed the blonde down to earth. Erica rushed over to the girl and found she was still breathing but her body was badly hurt. But she couldn't cure her now without a risk that in the process she two would get injured. She rested Christa safely on a rock and she quickly flew from the ground and aimed a strong arrow at the head of the troll.
The green slimy head flew back and the troll held his head and painfully cried out and stomped on the earth swinging his club madly. It was like a wrecker ball made of wood and Erica could not strike without risking the hit of the club. The troll stopped moving and growled angrily at Erica in her White Silver Dragoon armor. He roared at her knowing that she was the cause of his pain and tossed his club. Erica couldn't dodge it and quickly countered it with another arrow. The troll growled deeply and swung at Erica stupidly. The young warrior dodged all his hits and shot three more arrows into his thick skull. A loud roar erupted from the forest and it ringed in Erica's ears.
Suddenly the white orb centered on her chest sparkled. That was the signal that her time as a Dragoon was almost up and she had to act fast. The troll saw the distraction of his roar and sucked in a lot of air and literally the earth shook. The pitch of the cry was high and it screamed loudly in Erica's ears. She stood motionless in the air and was hit by the power of the troll and fell to the earth. Erica looked over at Christa and held her bow tightly and aimed another arrow into the sky and cast her healing spell over her comrade.
"Moon Light."
The troll stood over her and with a tree trunk in his hands he blew a hit on the armor that absorbed the hit and disappeared with Erica left unconscious.
Christa felt the moon's healing power revive her and she lifted her eyes over and saw the troll strike Erica right before her armor disappeared. She grit her teeth at the massive headache in her head.
"He's gonna pay." She growled.
She tightly clasped her Red-Eye dragon spirit and transformed into the armor in a fantastic flow of flames. The troll aimed another fist over Erica ready to strike again but felt a painful strike erupt from his right arm. His eyes flashed around and saw Christa floating in midair with the "evil eye" on her face.
"Oh, did that hurt?" She said ruthlessly.
The troll roared in fury. There was yet another pest to deal with. "Come on!" Christa challenged as the troll charged at her. She dodged him from the left and let him swing to the right and dove under his belly and kicked him hard in the groin.
The troll knelt to the ground and screamed. The same paralyzing sound vibes flew through Christa's ears but she paid no heed and shot from the ground. A new feeling of power surged through her armor and she felt the magic charged over her armor. A strange language was in her ears. * This, this is the voice of the dragon. Please, let me have your power. * From the orb centered in her chest came a burning ball of fire that charged over her chest and Christa felt the words of the spell come through. "Flame Shot!" She cried and she hit the ball as hard as she could and sent it hurling down at the cowering troll. With a flash of light the troll exploded in the flames and was no more.
Christa gently touched the ground and the Dragoon armor released the hold on her body. She quickly ran over to Erica and shook her shoulders violently.
"Hey wake up. Wake up!" Erica's eyes opened and she frowned from the violent shaking of her shoulders.
"Alright I'm awake." She said rather irritated. She stood up and looked around and saw the burnt area of earth. Flames were still burning around the circle of ash and Erica understood. She smiled to herself.
"Well, you discovered the art of spell casting." Christa shook her hand and gesticulated again with her hand.
"He got me mad and I just gave him a piece of my mind."
"Even so that was a spell. And it will only get stronger as you fight." Erica smiled at her. Christa stared back.
"Yeah, well I can't imagine it getting any stronger than that.you should've seen its eyes when it saw the fireball hurl down at it. It was so priceless."
"Heh." Erica muttered not interested. "Did you collect the gold?"
"What gold?" Christa asked looking at her with raised eyebrows.
"Mountain trolls and other enemies have some gold that they carry and if you defeat them you keep it along with any other items you find." Erica walked over to the ash and lifted a small pouch. Christa nodded.
"Cool."
"And that's not all." From deep in the ash Erica pulled out a long golden- jeweled sword with a glistening blade.
* ssp47's Corner * Again I'd like to thank Striker for reviewing for the past three times in a row! Congrats, you're my #1 reviewer! And to answer your question, I was amused because I knew that you thought Erica was the Violet dragon based on her eye color. Heh, heh. If you think about it, it's kind of funny. And yes Christa finally managed a small version of the "Flame Shot". She'll be using it quite a bit until she learns the next spell and I will be making up my own spells for the Dragoons. So right now Christa is at Dragon Level 1 and Erica is at Level 2. I'm kind of cheating at the levels because now they can attack a lot more before their Dragon charge runs out. Just to let you know. ^_^