* ssp47's Corner * Thanks to Striker, thanks for that and Alex "wa" for the
reviews. Yes! Canada is the Endiness! How you ask, considering its small
size and "anti-tropical"
Climate? Well you know, a lot can happen in 11,000 years. So this big
blizzard called the "Ice Age" came and sunk most of the land leaving the
rest to freeze. Heh, yeah right. So with this "burning" weather and small
size, where's the desert? Well that's where Africa comes in! Yes the
Endiness was cut apart and reshaped by Soaaaaaaa! You can guess that Serdio
is actually England and the rest of Europe annnnnd you people gotta be
crazy if you thought I'd do something that corrupt. So no, Canada is not
the Endiness, infact that country is not on Earth at all. Go figure. You'll
just have to keep reading until it all comes out. ^_~
CHAPTER 9: "Cross the Sea"
The damage was so great no Wingly's magic could repair it. Neo sank into his desk chair and shook his head, disgusted with his servants. Blaine and Kay stood before him hating the look on his face. Their mission was completed and that was to destroy Hariel. Blaine clenched his hands into tight fists.
"We destroyed that Elf city. What's with that look on your face? You didn't tell us anything about there being any enemies."
"Well guess what! There were!" Neo shouted. He stood on his two feet and calmly sat back down in his chair. "And you failed to kill them." Kay remained in silence. They had done what they were asked to do and still they were criticized as if they had failed.
"We'll get them back!" Blaine explained trying to regain the trust of his Wingly master.
"Do you think I have the power here to heal you? If you went into battle against them again you very well could fail. They can't be underestimated and you can't expect to bring their heads to me on silver platters. You don't have to kill them." Blaine's eyes blinked in puzzlement and Neo went on. "What I need are their Dragoon spirits." Before any of them could reply Neo stood up again with his eyes flashing. "But you won't be doing anything until your Dragoon armor is completely restored. You know about the lab down in Africa. Go there and stay for as long as it takes for the Dragoon spirits to heal."
Both men nodded in understanding. Kay's eyes twitched as he looked down at his long handled spiked ball that hung on the leather belt around his waist. His armor was much like what ancient knights wore, dark gray metal greaves that went up to his knees and black cloth that covered his thighs. His groin was covered with sheets of metal that went all around his abdomen and chest plates that covered his slim muscular upper body. His arms followed the same that went for his legs. Cloth covered the upper arm while metal protected the rest. He was a handsome man, tall with dark skin and a seriousness that intrigued many.
Blaine, on the other hand, was equally handsome but did not have the same eye catching abilities. He was much less reserved and tended to wear his aggression on his broad shoulders. Blaine was armed in a white martial arts uniform with black stripes across the cuffs of his sleeves. Blaine's nun chucks hung on his black belt.
"Alright you are dismissed." Neo said. He watched the ice shake as the door closed to his office room.
*~*
Daphne had gently applied both of the injured warrior's heads in healing ointment. Bandages slowed the healing process and the Elves were experts in first aid, but they seldom ever used it. She had brought the women to the healing springs a few miles away from the destroyed city. The springs were the Elves water source as well as the source where their healing was the strongest. She had drenched them both in the water and instantly their physical wounds healed. Their Dragoon spirits were another matter.
The only way Daphne could heal their power was to draw forth the power from her own spirit. But one repairing two would take awhile. Silent anger and a need for vengeance was growing in her mind as she worked. Her people, her father was gone and someone was going to pay the price. Erica was the first to awaken in the hot springs. At first visions of the last battle replayed in her mind and she anxiously looked around she her friends and found them by her side.
"I'm relieved." She said looking at Christa's normal forehead. "I thought she wouldn't make it. That battle took a lot out of her."
"She should be back to her normal self, she's tough." Daphne handed Erica's cloths and the oriental dressed.
"It's plain that we need armor. We just can't keep using our spirits to fight for us." Erica checked her bow and flexed it a bit.
"That's why I kept these with me. They were all I could find in the rubble of the city." Daphne handed Erica a new set of cloths that were much more protecting. They were made by Elf hands and were light as a feather but had the look of firm magical protection. There were thin leather pants that were overlapped with dark brown leather lace-up knee boots and her middle was tan jean shorts. A sleeveless white tank with brown leather diamond shaped waist armor. Slit leather armor was over her arms and finally a long green cape that fell below her feet. (Interesting armor, eh?) Erica attached her bow and arrows to the belt and shoulder strap.
"Thank you. I'll feel better in battles to come." The Elf smiled who was dressed almost exactly like a Star Wars Jedi herself, only the light tan outfit was more skin-tight and her huge overlap coat was a deep purple. Her long brunette hair was braided and the top of her head was covered with straight strands of uneven hair.
Christa moaned from her spot in the water. Her hands went to her head and her brown eyes opened.
"I think I have a migraine." She said unhappily. Daphne chuckled and handed Christa her new cloths. "What's this?" The blonde asked her.
"Well you can't wear everyday cloths in battles anymore." Erica stated in the obvious. "You saw what happened last night."
"I 'lived' what we saw last night." Christa corrected as she dressed herself. Leather black pants and a top of the same material went on her body first followed by a short sleeveless white shirt with the "yin and yang" sign in purple and black and then gray colored waist armor that was made of a thin material. There was also magenta colored tasseled belt and sheath for her sword. Wrist guards of the same colored that were also tasseled went around her lower arms and her feet were protected with black army boots.
"We can't let them get away with what they did." Daphne said without hesitation. Christa nodded.
"And we won't. We are going to track them down. I won't stand by and watch all those souls die without justice."
Erica walked away from the two and looked at the sky and nodded. * Destiny calls for Dragoons to change fate. Maybe our road is laying out for us. * She turned around. "Take out your Dragoon spirits. They will show us the way." All three of them held the shiny orbs in their hands and surprisingly their light made a triangle and a beam came out of the triangle and flew over the sky to the East.
"To the South East, Africa. " Erica said aloud. "We'll have to head back to Harrelson and catch a ship and sail over the ocean."
"Then we'd better leave now." Daphne announced picking up her staff.
"I just hope my vehicle is still there." Christa mumbled as she followed her friends down the mountain.
*~*
"Alright here comes another load."
"I can't believe this many people are going visit the largest desert on this planet." A young man said lifting up bags of luggage. "All it is, is sand. They may as well visit their outside sandbox."
"Sand box." The older man said shaking his head.
"Well there's not much difference except these people are paying when all I have to do is take a walk outside. This is such a rip-off!"
"Shut-up Jett! We're getting paid to load this junk and I need the money unlike 'some' so if you don't mind saving me from bankruptcy, I'd appreciate it if you'd shut-it!"
"Afraid they'd hear me, eh? Heh, heh."
"Well considering the passengers are only above our heads I'd say, yeah." The young man smiled and shouted to an old woman who was carrying a large purse over her shoulder.
"Hey lady! Did you know they give away sand as souvenirs down in the Sahara Museum of History? Would you mind bringing back some?"
"Jett!"
The old woman sighed heavily and boarded the cruise ship. "Younglings these days!" She exclaimed. Jett laughed until his head was knocked with a heavy suitcase.
"Alright goof ball help me with these bags and stop playing around."
"Aw, but Frank it's so much fun seeing the look on their faces." The young man chuckled some more and tossed a heavy bag onto the ship. Without looking the bag hit Frank in the gut. He let out a grunt of air that made Jett chuckle again and he loaded more bags. Frank whipped the sweat off of his forehead with his blue baseball cap. He wasn't a thin guy or very muscular or tall but had a good heart, black hair, a beard and dark eyes and a cheery face. Jett on the other hand was 5'9 and very lean. He had muscles and the kind of abs everyone wanted. His short hair was dirty blonde and spiked forward laying flat on his head. His eyes were a yellow hazel and his skin a light tan.
"It won't be fun anymore when you see the look on our boss's face." Jett's laughing stopped short and he set to work again.
"Works like a charm." Frank said quietly with a grin.
More and more passengers boarded and more and more luggage arrived along with them. Few teenagers were onboard and with the trio of teen girls, it was an unusual sight to see young ladies onboard a ship to Africa. It was also unusual to see teen girls in such fashion. The three girls had bought their tickets with some of their gold (which the ticket taker gladly accepted) and stepped on the landing platform.
"Four days on the ocean." Christa said sounding sarcastic. She looked over at the green blue sea and mumbled again. "Gosh I love the sea."
"It won't hurt you unless you get nocuous easily." Daphne said admiring the view.
"You might want to move a little bit quicker then."
When they reached the top the deck was crowded with people as they waved goodbye to their loved ones and generally blocked every last bit of view from the city port. Christa unlike the others who stayed out in the sun a bit went down under to find their room.
Daphne sat on a lounge chair and stared at the open sky. Erica sat beside her and watched everything else blankly.
*~*
Jett scratched his head and looked at Frank with a puzzled look.
"Why are you giving this to me?"
"Well, I was going to go on that cruise as part of my vacation but I just got transferred to another port on my vacation. My family can't go and there's nobody who wants it." Frank explained. "It could be fun."
"Well my vacation doesn't start till next month and I have no cash with me."
"I'm sure you can improvise." Frank said with a grin.
"Oh and does the money in Africa go by the pounds of sand or weight in rocks?" Jett asked with a twinkle in his eyes.
"Well think on the bright side at least you'll get a good tan onboard." Jett winked.
"Good enough reason for me!"
"And look, I got ya all packed." Frank said stuffing a big backpack into his chest.
"How thoughtful." * How the heck did he get into my apartment? * Jett asked in his thoughts. * He must've found the lost pair of keys I dropped behind a trash bin. *
* Good thing I found that lost pair of keys behind that trash bin. * Frank thought to himself. * Or I'd never be away from this kid! *
"What are you waiting for Jett? The cruise is about to leave!"
"Alright! Alright!" Jett ran up the platform and looked back at Frank and saluted and stepped onboard. Frank acknowledged and sighed in relief.
"Good riddance!"
* ssp47's Corner * So how did ya'll like my new character Jett? As you can probably tell (unless you're just plain stupid) he's gonna be Mr. "Comic Relief" Anyway let me know with reviewing!
CHAPTER 9: "Cross the Sea"
The damage was so great no Wingly's magic could repair it. Neo sank into his desk chair and shook his head, disgusted with his servants. Blaine and Kay stood before him hating the look on his face. Their mission was completed and that was to destroy Hariel. Blaine clenched his hands into tight fists.
"We destroyed that Elf city. What's with that look on your face? You didn't tell us anything about there being any enemies."
"Well guess what! There were!" Neo shouted. He stood on his two feet and calmly sat back down in his chair. "And you failed to kill them." Kay remained in silence. They had done what they were asked to do and still they were criticized as if they had failed.
"We'll get them back!" Blaine explained trying to regain the trust of his Wingly master.
"Do you think I have the power here to heal you? If you went into battle against them again you very well could fail. They can't be underestimated and you can't expect to bring their heads to me on silver platters. You don't have to kill them." Blaine's eyes blinked in puzzlement and Neo went on. "What I need are their Dragoon spirits." Before any of them could reply Neo stood up again with his eyes flashing. "But you won't be doing anything until your Dragoon armor is completely restored. You know about the lab down in Africa. Go there and stay for as long as it takes for the Dragoon spirits to heal."
Both men nodded in understanding. Kay's eyes twitched as he looked down at his long handled spiked ball that hung on the leather belt around his waist. His armor was much like what ancient knights wore, dark gray metal greaves that went up to his knees and black cloth that covered his thighs. His groin was covered with sheets of metal that went all around his abdomen and chest plates that covered his slim muscular upper body. His arms followed the same that went for his legs. Cloth covered the upper arm while metal protected the rest. He was a handsome man, tall with dark skin and a seriousness that intrigued many.
Blaine, on the other hand, was equally handsome but did not have the same eye catching abilities. He was much less reserved and tended to wear his aggression on his broad shoulders. Blaine was armed in a white martial arts uniform with black stripes across the cuffs of his sleeves. Blaine's nun chucks hung on his black belt.
"Alright you are dismissed." Neo said. He watched the ice shake as the door closed to his office room.
*~*
Daphne had gently applied both of the injured warrior's heads in healing ointment. Bandages slowed the healing process and the Elves were experts in first aid, but they seldom ever used it. She had brought the women to the healing springs a few miles away from the destroyed city. The springs were the Elves water source as well as the source where their healing was the strongest. She had drenched them both in the water and instantly their physical wounds healed. Their Dragoon spirits were another matter.
The only way Daphne could heal their power was to draw forth the power from her own spirit. But one repairing two would take awhile. Silent anger and a need for vengeance was growing in her mind as she worked. Her people, her father was gone and someone was going to pay the price. Erica was the first to awaken in the hot springs. At first visions of the last battle replayed in her mind and she anxiously looked around she her friends and found them by her side.
"I'm relieved." She said looking at Christa's normal forehead. "I thought she wouldn't make it. That battle took a lot out of her."
"She should be back to her normal self, she's tough." Daphne handed Erica's cloths and the oriental dressed.
"It's plain that we need armor. We just can't keep using our spirits to fight for us." Erica checked her bow and flexed it a bit.
"That's why I kept these with me. They were all I could find in the rubble of the city." Daphne handed Erica a new set of cloths that were much more protecting. They were made by Elf hands and were light as a feather but had the look of firm magical protection. There were thin leather pants that were overlapped with dark brown leather lace-up knee boots and her middle was tan jean shorts. A sleeveless white tank with brown leather diamond shaped waist armor. Slit leather armor was over her arms and finally a long green cape that fell below her feet. (Interesting armor, eh?) Erica attached her bow and arrows to the belt and shoulder strap.
"Thank you. I'll feel better in battles to come." The Elf smiled who was dressed almost exactly like a Star Wars Jedi herself, only the light tan outfit was more skin-tight and her huge overlap coat was a deep purple. Her long brunette hair was braided and the top of her head was covered with straight strands of uneven hair.
Christa moaned from her spot in the water. Her hands went to her head and her brown eyes opened.
"I think I have a migraine." She said unhappily. Daphne chuckled and handed Christa her new cloths. "What's this?" The blonde asked her.
"Well you can't wear everyday cloths in battles anymore." Erica stated in the obvious. "You saw what happened last night."
"I 'lived' what we saw last night." Christa corrected as she dressed herself. Leather black pants and a top of the same material went on her body first followed by a short sleeveless white shirt with the "yin and yang" sign in purple and black and then gray colored waist armor that was made of a thin material. There was also magenta colored tasseled belt and sheath for her sword. Wrist guards of the same colored that were also tasseled went around her lower arms and her feet were protected with black army boots.
"We can't let them get away with what they did." Daphne said without hesitation. Christa nodded.
"And we won't. We are going to track them down. I won't stand by and watch all those souls die without justice."
Erica walked away from the two and looked at the sky and nodded. * Destiny calls for Dragoons to change fate. Maybe our road is laying out for us. * She turned around. "Take out your Dragoon spirits. They will show us the way." All three of them held the shiny orbs in their hands and surprisingly their light made a triangle and a beam came out of the triangle and flew over the sky to the East.
"To the South East, Africa. " Erica said aloud. "We'll have to head back to Harrelson and catch a ship and sail over the ocean."
"Then we'd better leave now." Daphne announced picking up her staff.
"I just hope my vehicle is still there." Christa mumbled as she followed her friends down the mountain.
*~*
"Alright here comes another load."
"I can't believe this many people are going visit the largest desert on this planet." A young man said lifting up bags of luggage. "All it is, is sand. They may as well visit their outside sandbox."
"Sand box." The older man said shaking his head.
"Well there's not much difference except these people are paying when all I have to do is take a walk outside. This is such a rip-off!"
"Shut-up Jett! We're getting paid to load this junk and I need the money unlike 'some' so if you don't mind saving me from bankruptcy, I'd appreciate it if you'd shut-it!"
"Afraid they'd hear me, eh? Heh, heh."
"Well considering the passengers are only above our heads I'd say, yeah." The young man smiled and shouted to an old woman who was carrying a large purse over her shoulder.
"Hey lady! Did you know they give away sand as souvenirs down in the Sahara Museum of History? Would you mind bringing back some?"
"Jett!"
The old woman sighed heavily and boarded the cruise ship. "Younglings these days!" She exclaimed. Jett laughed until his head was knocked with a heavy suitcase.
"Alright goof ball help me with these bags and stop playing around."
"Aw, but Frank it's so much fun seeing the look on their faces." The young man chuckled some more and tossed a heavy bag onto the ship. Without looking the bag hit Frank in the gut. He let out a grunt of air that made Jett chuckle again and he loaded more bags. Frank whipped the sweat off of his forehead with his blue baseball cap. He wasn't a thin guy or very muscular or tall but had a good heart, black hair, a beard and dark eyes and a cheery face. Jett on the other hand was 5'9 and very lean. He had muscles and the kind of abs everyone wanted. His short hair was dirty blonde and spiked forward laying flat on his head. His eyes were a yellow hazel and his skin a light tan.
"It won't be fun anymore when you see the look on our boss's face." Jett's laughing stopped short and he set to work again.
"Works like a charm." Frank said quietly with a grin.
More and more passengers boarded and more and more luggage arrived along with them. Few teenagers were onboard and with the trio of teen girls, it was an unusual sight to see young ladies onboard a ship to Africa. It was also unusual to see teen girls in such fashion. The three girls had bought their tickets with some of their gold (which the ticket taker gladly accepted) and stepped on the landing platform.
"Four days on the ocean." Christa said sounding sarcastic. She looked over at the green blue sea and mumbled again. "Gosh I love the sea."
"It won't hurt you unless you get nocuous easily." Daphne said admiring the view.
"You might want to move a little bit quicker then."
When they reached the top the deck was crowded with people as they waved goodbye to their loved ones and generally blocked every last bit of view from the city port. Christa unlike the others who stayed out in the sun a bit went down under to find their room.
Daphne sat on a lounge chair and stared at the open sky. Erica sat beside her and watched everything else blankly.
*~*
Jett scratched his head and looked at Frank with a puzzled look.
"Why are you giving this to me?"
"Well, I was going to go on that cruise as part of my vacation but I just got transferred to another port on my vacation. My family can't go and there's nobody who wants it." Frank explained. "It could be fun."
"Well my vacation doesn't start till next month and I have no cash with me."
"I'm sure you can improvise." Frank said with a grin.
"Oh and does the money in Africa go by the pounds of sand or weight in rocks?" Jett asked with a twinkle in his eyes.
"Well think on the bright side at least you'll get a good tan onboard." Jett winked.
"Good enough reason for me!"
"And look, I got ya all packed." Frank said stuffing a big backpack into his chest.
"How thoughtful." * How the heck did he get into my apartment? * Jett asked in his thoughts. * He must've found the lost pair of keys I dropped behind a trash bin. *
* Good thing I found that lost pair of keys behind that trash bin. * Frank thought to himself. * Or I'd never be away from this kid! *
"What are you waiting for Jett? The cruise is about to leave!"
"Alright! Alright!" Jett ran up the platform and looked back at Frank and saluted and stepped onboard. Frank acknowledged and sighed in relief.
"Good riddance!"
* ssp47's Corner * So how did ya'll like my new character Jett? As you can probably tell (unless you're just plain stupid) he's gonna be Mr. "Comic Relief" Anyway let me know with reviewing!