* ssp47's Corner * Much thanks to DarkDragonX, I could put you in the story
as the Dark Dragoon! Lol!, Striker, you know I have thought about how the
Dragoons got to Earth because I got mixed up with the Endiness. I'm fixing
that in this chapter. And to Alex "Wa" * bursts out laughing * don't worry
I'm not mad, I'm glad you gave me constructive criticism. I'm not perfect
and I obviously make a lot of mistakes. -_-;; And for "affordable women's
clothing thing" you can get 50-75% and higher discounts and with coupons on
cloths quite often, unlike food. * cough, cough * I bought a pair of in-
style jeans for eight bucks once. So "in-style" clothing can be very
affordable. Besides, cloths like jeans last a long time anyways. Heh, heh
so she can buy cool cloths and still barely pay for food. Pitiful .
CHAPTER 8: "The Wrath of Thunder and Darkness"
It was interesting to have guests from the outside world that the Elves have turned away from. The magical beings had trapped themselves in a prison of fear like the long forgotten Winglies. Maybe this fear came from the little knowledge of humans. The mind always feared what it did not know. It was because of their isolation and lack of ambition that kept them ignorant of the human world.
"It's pathetic." Daphne told herself walking along the castle balcony. Nightfall had come and the city was again illuminated in its elegant splendor and graceful candle flame. She shook her head. "We know about everything and yet what we still lack in knowledge that we fail to learn." Daphne nodded, satisfied with her remark. "No one has ambition anymore." She leaned over the balcony that overlooked one of the many rivers that flowed through the castle.
The Elf princess hardly ever leaned because it was important to keep a good posture. Especially when you were royalty. It's why Daphne was gaining a restless spirit. To her the humans were her "way out". They were the key to opening the door and escaping all of this constant perfection. It was just to perfect that it didn't seem real. Nothing was perfect and yet Hariel was. It was a kind of perfection that couldn't possibly exist. It was much like a machine that did the exact same things everyday. There was no excitement or adventure.
Daphne was extremely grateful and lucky to have found humans with the same powers she possessed. She corrected her back into a straight fix and continued thinking.
"My father will be arriving later this evening." She pondered not really on the subject. Various thoughts were entering her head as she stood in silence. As if on cue the soft glow from her Dragoon spirit made Daphne alert. She took it out from her sash around her kimono. It glowed again and Daphne stared puzzled by it. Was it a warning?
Daphne looked up at the midnight sky. The one star the elves looked to for signs of danger was called Kiluka.(Kill-oo-ka) It seemed to be sleeping in the heavens on this night. She looked at her orb again and left the balcony and entered the closed off room further down the hall. She carefully closed the door and lit a candle the brightened all of the room. It was a sacred room where meditating for the unknown was best answered. It was made only for those who were worthy to seek knowledge.
The young priestess took her spiral staff from its resting place on the marble table and placed her dragoon spirit on the top of it. In the middle of the room was a large pool of water filled with the stars of the night sky. The walls were the same as soon as Daphne raised her staff over the water and released the hold she had on it.
The dragoon spirit glowed from its fitted place on top of the staff and it hung over the water and gently sank under. Daphne rested on her knees on the pillows that were below her. When the staff was completely submerged the water gently rose from the pool and formed a dome around the priestess. She held her hands up to her chin in prayer and silently concentrated.
*~*
"I swear that this library is big enough to hold the whole Statue of Liberty." Christa remarked sarcastically. It wasn't quite that size but it did have five whole floors filled with shelved books young and old. Some of them were so old that you could die from the scent they gave off. Christa shelved the book about elfin politics and randomly selected another.
"I take it that you're not good with books." Erica said on top of the ladder beside Christa.
"Books and I don't mix." The American Oriental gracefully leapt from the ladder to the floor with not one of the ten books in her arms falling out of place.
"Do you need help looking?" Christa tossed the book into the shelf and flipped through another and shelved it too.
"Why don't you let me look through that pile and you can look for more."
"Alright." Erica agreed. She climbed the ladder again and Christa hunted through the book pile. The two of them had been searching for information about Legends about Dragoons all day but only found bits and pieces of useless information. Most of it Erica knew anyway.
"What do you think about having a princess in our group?" Christa asked off- topic.
"It doesn't matter what I think. Fate has brought us together for a reason."
"Why don't you give your opinion?"
"It just doesn't matter, Christa, what I think."
"Do you feel too casual when you speak your mind?"
"I don't have an opinion. Have you found anything?"
"No, but I could be picking upon something." The blonde American briskly turned pages until she finally bothered to read a small passage on the page. The writing was slightly faded but it was still readable. Christa read all of it and then one line hung on her eyes. 'The land of many Legends and tales of wars and liberation of humans, the Endiness.' She pondered on that line and shook her head. No the liberation of humans was the Dragon Campaign that took place on Earth.
Erica slid down from the ladder and sighed. Christa stood up and shoved the book into her face.
"Read that and tell me if it's not weird." Erica frowned at her and read the passage.
"The liberation of humans was the Dragon Campaign and it took place in Canada 22,000 years ago." Erica handed back the book.
"I know that but it didn't say Earth it said the Endiness."
"History can be written wrong." Christa shook her head and shrugged.
"Maybe they changed the name."
"Maybe." Erica replied and continued hunting through books.
*~*
The dome around Daphne disappeared and her Wood Dragoon separated from her staff.
"The Thunder and the Darkness . ?" She murmured and then she understood. The young priestess opened her eyes and snatched her Dragoon spirit and raced out of the room. The halls had mostly collapsed and the ground shook violently beneath her feet. Dark energy was above her and less than a second the castle completely split and collapsed. Daphne lost her balance and fell into the dark hole. The air of fear and panic was on her cheeks but her Wood Dragoon spirit did not fail her and Daphne rose into the air in her armor.
Her eyes filled with water as she saw that her home had been completely destroyed. From her lift in the air she could see damage was down to the world and not just to her castle. Her father and party were all dead. She shook her head violently to remove the thoughts in her head. She had a battle to win.
"Erica, Christa I'm coming!"
*~*
At once the library was alight with the brilliance of the White Silver and Red-Eye Dragoon spirits.
"A warning?" Christa asked with energy. Erica nodded.
"This only happens when there are other Dragoons nearby." Suddenly there were screams outside of the library. Christa and Erica raced down the ladders and were about to open the door when a flash of thunder sent them both flying back into the room with a bang.
One magenta colored Dragoon appeared and clenched his fists and more of the library was destroyed. The ceiling crumbled above them revealing the same dark purple energy cloud Christa saw the night she received her dragoon spirit.
The blonde shook her head and her eyes became clear again. She looked over at Erica who grabbed her Dragoon spirit. The both transformed as the ceiling collapsed. The power from their armor protected them from the rubble.
The Thunder elemented Dragoon looked around the room with numb chucks (sp?) in his hands.
"This is too easy! This place will be a pile of sand by the time we're done!" Suddenly the bright light blinded his eyes and before he could regain his sight an arrow pierced his armor and sent him flying a few feet away from where he was. He opened his eyes and gaped at what he saw. "Wha- what!"
"Hey pal, I don't care who you are, where you're from but I'll tell you this. You're not about to tear this place apart like a toddler in a playhouse!" Blaine shook his head again.
"The boss never said anything about fighting other Dragoons!" He nervously floated in the air long enough for Erica to strike him again. Christa flew up behind him and struck hard and long alongside his back armor plates. Blaine growled and used his weapon to block Christa's sword. Christa flew back sharply and released her sword and swung again. Blaine smiled evilly. This opponent was no great threat. He could tell that she was still fresh with her abilities. Below them elves were screaming and running in all directions. Erica flew down to them.
"Alright everyone we have a battle going on here now move down the back hall! Move!" Her voice was soothing and gave easy direction and in five minutes the area was cleared. The library had been blown apart and the halls were crumbling on top of each other. Erica turned her focus to the battle above her. Christa had been hit badly by the Thunder Dragoon's magic.
She was about to cast one of her magic healing defense moves when she was lifted up into the air and trapped in paper-thin prison.
"Death Dimension!" The other Dragoon cried. Christa glanced down and her eyes went wide at the power the enemy had in their magic. Blaine shot towards the ground and Christa confusingly floated in the air wondering what he was doing.
"Thunder Kid!" Blaine cried rising from the earth. Static electricity was everywhere and Christa found herself paralyzed by it. Blaine in a flash slammed her into the ground. A bad scrap was on her cheek and her forehead was bleeding badly. Christa laid there in silence and watched Erica collapse to the ground as her prison broke into tiny pieces. * They're so powerful . how can we defeat them? * Her sword hung limply in her right hand. * I . can't die . can't let them die . not like this . *
Kay shook his head and brought his weapon down to his side. He carried as the Dark Dragoon a long handled black metal spiked ball.
"This is ridiculous." Erica dropped to the floor and her bow and arrow flew away from her hands over to where Christa was. Blood was dripping from her forehead.
"What are we waiting for? Let's finish them off!" Blaine yelled. Kay shook his head.
"What would we gain from it? This place is flattened like road kill. Our job is done." Christa felt her armor start to leave her but she clutched the center of her power.
"No. Not yet!" She said. "I'm not going to let them get away with it." She felt her anger rise to its peak in her soul and it charged her armor. The sword was gripped firmly in her hand and her eyes glared at the two enemy Dragoons. Her armor was set afire and her sword was hot. She slowly stood on her feet and her wings spread.
The ground felt hot beneath her and Erica saw a small piece of debris melt completely like butter. A new power was felt in Christa's Dragoon form and with all the might she had left the words like the final screams before death echoed through the enemy's ears.
"EXPLOSION!!!" The words, the power, came together and the effect was great. Lava flew up as Christa leapt into the air and fireballs overcame the enemy Dragoons.
"Blade Scream!" The fire and wood elemental magic combined and cut into the armors of the Thunder and Darkness. They were blasted high into the empty sky of stars and barley flying, they found most of their armor had been melted could easily be beyond repair.
"We can still make it back! Let's go!" Kay ordered. He gripped his side and lifted Blaine over his shoulder.
"That was incredible ." Blaine murmured before fainting.
*~*
Christa collapsed on a large piece of broken marble and Daphne landed beside her.
"Oh I was too late!" She exclaimed. Christa breathed roughly and the bleeding from her wounds had only increased. She looked up at Daphne and passed out.
Daphne held her magic staff above both of Erica and Christa. The Wood Dragoon could also perform one healing spell.
"Second Breath." Daphne commanded. From her staff came healing magic that differed from the White Silver dragon's healing magic. Although the Wood warrior knew they would revive completely, the damage done to their Dragoons would take time to heal.
* ssp47's Corner * I hope this chapter was exciting because I had a good time writing it. Yes Daphne came in late but that happens when you have more than two characters fighting at once. Not really I just had it happen that way. Well hope you guys like it and don't forget to Review!
CHAPTER 8: "The Wrath of Thunder and Darkness"
It was interesting to have guests from the outside world that the Elves have turned away from. The magical beings had trapped themselves in a prison of fear like the long forgotten Winglies. Maybe this fear came from the little knowledge of humans. The mind always feared what it did not know. It was because of their isolation and lack of ambition that kept them ignorant of the human world.
"It's pathetic." Daphne told herself walking along the castle balcony. Nightfall had come and the city was again illuminated in its elegant splendor and graceful candle flame. She shook her head. "We know about everything and yet what we still lack in knowledge that we fail to learn." Daphne nodded, satisfied with her remark. "No one has ambition anymore." She leaned over the balcony that overlooked one of the many rivers that flowed through the castle.
The Elf princess hardly ever leaned because it was important to keep a good posture. Especially when you were royalty. It's why Daphne was gaining a restless spirit. To her the humans were her "way out". They were the key to opening the door and escaping all of this constant perfection. It was just to perfect that it didn't seem real. Nothing was perfect and yet Hariel was. It was a kind of perfection that couldn't possibly exist. It was much like a machine that did the exact same things everyday. There was no excitement or adventure.
Daphne was extremely grateful and lucky to have found humans with the same powers she possessed. She corrected her back into a straight fix and continued thinking.
"My father will be arriving later this evening." She pondered not really on the subject. Various thoughts were entering her head as she stood in silence. As if on cue the soft glow from her Dragoon spirit made Daphne alert. She took it out from her sash around her kimono. It glowed again and Daphne stared puzzled by it. Was it a warning?
Daphne looked up at the midnight sky. The one star the elves looked to for signs of danger was called Kiluka.(Kill-oo-ka) It seemed to be sleeping in the heavens on this night. She looked at her orb again and left the balcony and entered the closed off room further down the hall. She carefully closed the door and lit a candle the brightened all of the room. It was a sacred room where meditating for the unknown was best answered. It was made only for those who were worthy to seek knowledge.
The young priestess took her spiral staff from its resting place on the marble table and placed her dragoon spirit on the top of it. In the middle of the room was a large pool of water filled with the stars of the night sky. The walls were the same as soon as Daphne raised her staff over the water and released the hold she had on it.
The dragoon spirit glowed from its fitted place on top of the staff and it hung over the water and gently sank under. Daphne rested on her knees on the pillows that were below her. When the staff was completely submerged the water gently rose from the pool and formed a dome around the priestess. She held her hands up to her chin in prayer and silently concentrated.
*~*
"I swear that this library is big enough to hold the whole Statue of Liberty." Christa remarked sarcastically. It wasn't quite that size but it did have five whole floors filled with shelved books young and old. Some of them were so old that you could die from the scent they gave off. Christa shelved the book about elfin politics and randomly selected another.
"I take it that you're not good with books." Erica said on top of the ladder beside Christa.
"Books and I don't mix." The American Oriental gracefully leapt from the ladder to the floor with not one of the ten books in her arms falling out of place.
"Do you need help looking?" Christa tossed the book into the shelf and flipped through another and shelved it too.
"Why don't you let me look through that pile and you can look for more."
"Alright." Erica agreed. She climbed the ladder again and Christa hunted through the book pile. The two of them had been searching for information about Legends about Dragoons all day but only found bits and pieces of useless information. Most of it Erica knew anyway.
"What do you think about having a princess in our group?" Christa asked off- topic.
"It doesn't matter what I think. Fate has brought us together for a reason."
"Why don't you give your opinion?"
"It just doesn't matter, Christa, what I think."
"Do you feel too casual when you speak your mind?"
"I don't have an opinion. Have you found anything?"
"No, but I could be picking upon something." The blonde American briskly turned pages until she finally bothered to read a small passage on the page. The writing was slightly faded but it was still readable. Christa read all of it and then one line hung on her eyes. 'The land of many Legends and tales of wars and liberation of humans, the Endiness.' She pondered on that line and shook her head. No the liberation of humans was the Dragon Campaign that took place on Earth.
Erica slid down from the ladder and sighed. Christa stood up and shoved the book into her face.
"Read that and tell me if it's not weird." Erica frowned at her and read the passage.
"The liberation of humans was the Dragon Campaign and it took place in Canada 22,000 years ago." Erica handed back the book.
"I know that but it didn't say Earth it said the Endiness."
"History can be written wrong." Christa shook her head and shrugged.
"Maybe they changed the name."
"Maybe." Erica replied and continued hunting through books.
*~*
The dome around Daphne disappeared and her Wood Dragoon separated from her staff.
"The Thunder and the Darkness . ?" She murmured and then she understood. The young priestess opened her eyes and snatched her Dragoon spirit and raced out of the room. The halls had mostly collapsed and the ground shook violently beneath her feet. Dark energy was above her and less than a second the castle completely split and collapsed. Daphne lost her balance and fell into the dark hole. The air of fear and panic was on her cheeks but her Wood Dragoon spirit did not fail her and Daphne rose into the air in her armor.
Her eyes filled with water as she saw that her home had been completely destroyed. From her lift in the air she could see damage was down to the world and not just to her castle. Her father and party were all dead. She shook her head violently to remove the thoughts in her head. She had a battle to win.
"Erica, Christa I'm coming!"
*~*
At once the library was alight with the brilliance of the White Silver and Red-Eye Dragoon spirits.
"A warning?" Christa asked with energy. Erica nodded.
"This only happens when there are other Dragoons nearby." Suddenly there were screams outside of the library. Christa and Erica raced down the ladders and were about to open the door when a flash of thunder sent them both flying back into the room with a bang.
One magenta colored Dragoon appeared and clenched his fists and more of the library was destroyed. The ceiling crumbled above them revealing the same dark purple energy cloud Christa saw the night she received her dragoon spirit.
The blonde shook her head and her eyes became clear again. She looked over at Erica who grabbed her Dragoon spirit. The both transformed as the ceiling collapsed. The power from their armor protected them from the rubble.
The Thunder elemented Dragoon looked around the room with numb chucks (sp?) in his hands.
"This is too easy! This place will be a pile of sand by the time we're done!" Suddenly the bright light blinded his eyes and before he could regain his sight an arrow pierced his armor and sent him flying a few feet away from where he was. He opened his eyes and gaped at what he saw. "Wha- what!"
"Hey pal, I don't care who you are, where you're from but I'll tell you this. You're not about to tear this place apart like a toddler in a playhouse!" Blaine shook his head again.
"The boss never said anything about fighting other Dragoons!" He nervously floated in the air long enough for Erica to strike him again. Christa flew up behind him and struck hard and long alongside his back armor plates. Blaine growled and used his weapon to block Christa's sword. Christa flew back sharply and released her sword and swung again. Blaine smiled evilly. This opponent was no great threat. He could tell that she was still fresh with her abilities. Below them elves were screaming and running in all directions. Erica flew down to them.
"Alright everyone we have a battle going on here now move down the back hall! Move!" Her voice was soothing and gave easy direction and in five minutes the area was cleared. The library had been blown apart and the halls were crumbling on top of each other. Erica turned her focus to the battle above her. Christa had been hit badly by the Thunder Dragoon's magic.
She was about to cast one of her magic healing defense moves when she was lifted up into the air and trapped in paper-thin prison.
"Death Dimension!" The other Dragoon cried. Christa glanced down and her eyes went wide at the power the enemy had in their magic. Blaine shot towards the ground and Christa confusingly floated in the air wondering what he was doing.
"Thunder Kid!" Blaine cried rising from the earth. Static electricity was everywhere and Christa found herself paralyzed by it. Blaine in a flash slammed her into the ground. A bad scrap was on her cheek and her forehead was bleeding badly. Christa laid there in silence and watched Erica collapse to the ground as her prison broke into tiny pieces. * They're so powerful . how can we defeat them? * Her sword hung limply in her right hand. * I . can't die . can't let them die . not like this . *
Kay shook his head and brought his weapon down to his side. He carried as the Dark Dragoon a long handled black metal spiked ball.
"This is ridiculous." Erica dropped to the floor and her bow and arrow flew away from her hands over to where Christa was. Blood was dripping from her forehead.
"What are we waiting for? Let's finish them off!" Blaine yelled. Kay shook his head.
"What would we gain from it? This place is flattened like road kill. Our job is done." Christa felt her armor start to leave her but she clutched the center of her power.
"No. Not yet!" She said. "I'm not going to let them get away with it." She felt her anger rise to its peak in her soul and it charged her armor. The sword was gripped firmly in her hand and her eyes glared at the two enemy Dragoons. Her armor was set afire and her sword was hot. She slowly stood on her feet and her wings spread.
The ground felt hot beneath her and Erica saw a small piece of debris melt completely like butter. A new power was felt in Christa's Dragoon form and with all the might she had left the words like the final screams before death echoed through the enemy's ears.
"EXPLOSION!!!" The words, the power, came together and the effect was great. Lava flew up as Christa leapt into the air and fireballs overcame the enemy Dragoons.
"Blade Scream!" The fire and wood elemental magic combined and cut into the armors of the Thunder and Darkness. They were blasted high into the empty sky of stars and barley flying, they found most of their armor had been melted could easily be beyond repair.
"We can still make it back! Let's go!" Kay ordered. He gripped his side and lifted Blaine over his shoulder.
"That was incredible ." Blaine murmured before fainting.
*~*
Christa collapsed on a large piece of broken marble and Daphne landed beside her.
"Oh I was too late!" She exclaimed. Christa breathed roughly and the bleeding from her wounds had only increased. She looked up at Daphne and passed out.
Daphne held her magic staff above both of Erica and Christa. The Wood Dragoon could also perform one healing spell.
"Second Breath." Daphne commanded. From her staff came healing magic that differed from the White Silver dragon's healing magic. Although the Wood warrior knew they would revive completely, the damage done to their Dragoons would take time to heal.
* ssp47's Corner * I hope this chapter was exciting because I had a good time writing it. Yes Daphne came in late but that happens when you have more than two characters fighting at once. Not really I just had it happen that way. Well hope you guys like it and don't forget to Review!