Author's Note: Mmkeh. This is my first fanfic. Be nice, oh please. ::Big
eyes.:: Oh, and this is just the prologue.. so it's gonna be *short*.
Still, review, please? Helpful criticism accepted.. encouragement needed!
Oh, and thanks to my beta, Nett! She supports me! n.n
Disclaimer: I own NOTHING you recognize from the games. Though, I am currently working on a letter to the Playstation Game Team that *might* give me ownership of one of the jades.. Wish me luck!
Summary: All was well after the last confrontation with Melbu Frahma. Endiness lay at peace, more than willing to forget the wars and catastrophies that had befallen them. The Dragoon Spirits have become dormant, useless... Yet now, only two years after the Last Battle, their ancient magic stirs. The Dragoon Knights must rise once again. But they would stand incomplete... for what of Fire and Darkness?
~ That Looks On Tempests... by Jezzy
--Prologue--
The plains of Serdio stretched on toward the dark horizon, emerald fields waiting longingly for summer's beloved breath. The glorious mountain range that ran through the country stood out from the grasslands like the great, black teeth of a monster pouncing down from the moon, closing it's maw around the world. Summer had better come swiftly, one might think, or that enormous black beast will devour Endiness before it saw the kiss of renewal again...
A scream echoed into the night, piercing the serene silence of Indels Castle. The radiance of astrology poured from under that particular door and shot out the windows, drawing no attention from sleeping Bale but that of a drunken peasant, who did little but gawk and sway. The guards that stood vigilant outside of the Royal Chambers pounded on the locked doors and sent a groggy young man to fetch the king.
"Get him here quickly! The Queen may be hurt!" And the fretting servant fled.
Words of warning, images of evil flooded the golden head of Emille. The Queen of Serdio stood stiffly beside a great, luminous blue orb which dainty fingers grasped. Her head was thrown back, eyes wide and vacant, mouth gaped in an endless cry of terror. The stars spoke to the Queen of Serdio in their usual whispering chorus, delivering a prophetic curse to her mind. She was deaf to the vain drumming of fists at her door, and the thunderous banging that followed soon after.
Then, as abrupt as the vision began, it stopped. Emille, drained and convulsing, collapsed to the floor just as the door splintered and gave way, admitting a regal young man, whose mane of ashen gold was disheveled from the exertion necessary to shatter the oaken doors. Albert knelt beside his wife, concern and fear clouding hazel eyes.
"Emille!" He cried, his voice trembling. Hands just as unsteady brushed mussed strands of pale hair from the woman's face. Emille was white as snow, her skin sheened with sweat. The knights were speaking to him.. of this he was barely aware. He struggled to regain control and checked for a pulse, which he found to be dangerously faint. He scooped his queen up in his arms, barking, "Someone with sense fetch Minister Noish!"
King Albert laid his bride on the bed and sat near, dwarfing her petite hand in his own, his other hand caressing the searing skin of her forehead.
"I beg you, Powers Above," he murmered pleadingly. "Don't rip my heart from me..."
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That's the beginning.. it sucks, doesn't it?! ::Wails!:: Oh, please tell me if I should continue, or just abandon it! I'm insecure! ::Rambles.::
Disclaimer: I own NOTHING you recognize from the games. Though, I am currently working on a letter to the Playstation Game Team that *might* give me ownership of one of the jades.. Wish me luck!
Summary: All was well after the last confrontation with Melbu Frahma. Endiness lay at peace, more than willing to forget the wars and catastrophies that had befallen them. The Dragoon Spirits have become dormant, useless... Yet now, only two years after the Last Battle, their ancient magic stirs. The Dragoon Knights must rise once again. But they would stand incomplete... for what of Fire and Darkness?
~ That Looks On Tempests... by Jezzy
--Prologue--
The plains of Serdio stretched on toward the dark horizon, emerald fields waiting longingly for summer's beloved breath. The glorious mountain range that ran through the country stood out from the grasslands like the great, black teeth of a monster pouncing down from the moon, closing it's maw around the world. Summer had better come swiftly, one might think, or that enormous black beast will devour Endiness before it saw the kiss of renewal again...
A scream echoed into the night, piercing the serene silence of Indels Castle. The radiance of astrology poured from under that particular door and shot out the windows, drawing no attention from sleeping Bale but that of a drunken peasant, who did little but gawk and sway. The guards that stood vigilant outside of the Royal Chambers pounded on the locked doors and sent a groggy young man to fetch the king.
"Get him here quickly! The Queen may be hurt!" And the fretting servant fled.
Words of warning, images of evil flooded the golden head of Emille. The Queen of Serdio stood stiffly beside a great, luminous blue orb which dainty fingers grasped. Her head was thrown back, eyes wide and vacant, mouth gaped in an endless cry of terror. The stars spoke to the Queen of Serdio in their usual whispering chorus, delivering a prophetic curse to her mind. She was deaf to the vain drumming of fists at her door, and the thunderous banging that followed soon after.
Then, as abrupt as the vision began, it stopped. Emille, drained and convulsing, collapsed to the floor just as the door splintered and gave way, admitting a regal young man, whose mane of ashen gold was disheveled from the exertion necessary to shatter the oaken doors. Albert knelt beside his wife, concern and fear clouding hazel eyes.
"Emille!" He cried, his voice trembling. Hands just as unsteady brushed mussed strands of pale hair from the woman's face. Emille was white as snow, her skin sheened with sweat. The knights were speaking to him.. of this he was barely aware. He struggled to regain control and checked for a pulse, which he found to be dangerously faint. He scooped his queen up in his arms, barking, "Someone with sense fetch Minister Noish!"
King Albert laid his bride on the bed and sat near, dwarfing her petite hand in his own, his other hand caressing the searing skin of her forehead.
"I beg you, Powers Above," he murmered pleadingly. "Don't rip my heart from me..."
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That's the beginning.. it sucks, doesn't it?! ::Wails!:: Oh, please tell me if I should continue, or just abandon it! I'm insecure! ::Rambles.::