Author: I just want to thank the few of you that reviewed, you are my
official favorites, and I would name all of you for the "All Awesomeness"
Award, but I can't remember you all and I'm too lazy to look through my
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reviews, you made me feel SOO much better. And to the rest of you, shame.
Chapter 8: A Second Black Hunter
Olandra sat awake amidst the cool desert air, looking upon the boy that was destined to be a leader. The ironic chill of the desert night air crept up her spine, trying with no avail to avert her attention.
she wondered to herself about this boy who mastered the basics of magic that had taken her several hours under the watchful gaze of her mother.
Drake's voice eased it's way into her mind, weaving itself through her skull and filling her with a warmth to combat the chilling air. I told you before that he will become a fit leader, but you must believe in him and support him in his role. He has Bartham with him, remember? With the wisdom of that old Dragon, I hold no doubt that he will become great and will lead us through this quest, but my question to you, Olandra, when he grows to the leader that he will no doubt be, will you be ready to be lead?
The last phrase bit through Olandra's mind as a cold reality hit her all to suddenly. Would she?
She felt Drake retreat from her now cluttered mind leaving only a short . Once again she was surrounded by the cold air with her mind full, but this time thinking about herself.
In the back of her mind she could feel Drake's sigh, but she chose to ignore him.
Drake informed her even though he knew she was beyond reason, all he could do was heave another sigh.
She heaved at the Dragon. I, and another sigh from the Dragon.
Rey peered into the darkness that surrounded him and enveloped his sense of sight. Unable to see anything further than his own hand, his curiosity was arisen to where exactly he was.
Out of the quiet that was as thick as the darkness itself emerged a whole chorus ghastly voices unlike those he had ever heard before. At first it was quiet and faint but within a few moments it erupted into Rey's ears, causing him to stagger backwards lightly.
With a short grunt, Rey re-braced himself and his hand fell immediately to his left side to grab the hilt of his sword. But where the hilt of his sword should have been, Rey's hand merely felt air. A little shaken, Rey went to his right hoping that he had carelessly armed himself as a left- handed fighter, yet once again he felt only air. Now more confused and annoyed than shaken, Rey dug his hands into his pockets seeking the pulsating jewel that would make up for his lack of arms. But just like his weapon, his Dragoon Spirit was no where to be found.
Suddenly, the demonic chorus rose to a new level of volume, the diminished fifth interval dug itself into the young Dragoons ears causing him to fall to his knees in agony holding his ears. It took all Rey had to keep from screaming out loud and the chorus continued on and on with the demonic interval.
(Author: By the way, for those of you that don't know, a diminished fifth interval/ augmented fourth interval, is two notes that naturally sound awful together and are located a certain distance apart. It also used to be called the "Devil's Tone". If you must get an idea of how it sounds, find a keyboard, or any other instrument, and play a "C" and an "F#" at the same time. Now back to Rey's suffering)
As the sound continued to pour, filtered, into Rey's ears, it became more and more unbearable to take. After countless minutes of pure agony, Rey began to build up a tolerance to the sound and the pain began to subside as he grew used to the sound. Just when the intense pain fell away and Rey began to regain his strength however, an acrid scent began to pour into Rey's nostrils. It stank of sulphur, fesses, and decayed flesh all rolled into one hideous scent, and seemed as if it would burn away each and every hair in Rey's nostril one at a time.
At this point the pain was unbearable and between the scent and the now louder chorus, and all reason and dignity left Rey. He fell to his back and rolled around in a fetal position, hands over his ears and screaming out senseless jargon, writhing in agony.
He suffered around, alone, for what seemed like an eternity, void of all reason, and becoming a beast, until suddenly, it all stopped. Rey snapped back to himself in a few moments and was on his knees looking around, eyes wide open, looking for some explanation of what happened and some hope of escaping this Hell he was subject to.
"Having fun Rey?" A voice as cold as polar stones penetrated the darkness and cut into Rey's weakened spirit.
"Wh-who's there?" Rey asked, shaken and beaten from his recent trauma. "Who are you? Where am I?"
"Does it really matter where we are Rey? And as for who.you do know who I am" A shady silhouette materialized through the darkness.
"Cid?!?!?! Why are you here?" Rey exclaimed out of surprise "Nevermind that, help me up will ya" Hope shot through Rey's being at the sight of his dearly departed friend.
"Why should I?" Cid retorted "You didn't help me!!"
"What do you mean?!? I already told you, I tried to save you!" said a now agitated Rey
"Explain to me how you can try to save a person that you purposely attacked and tried to kill?" asked a pretty pissed Cid
"What do you mean, tried to kill?" The shock eminent in Rey's voice, nearly brought him to his feet. "I tried to save you, I didn't try to kill anyone. The only one I killed that day was Kamuy, only him. He was the one that attacked you all and killed the population of Furni, not me!!!" The shock was replaced by anger, and that exploded at Cid for that outrageous accusation.
The same anger quickly spread over Cid's face and the ghostly silhouette turned a slight color of red. "What do you mean? I lived it myself!!! I will never forget that day; screams of all the people of Furni, not just the men, but the women and children too. The smell of blood filling the shallow caves, the staining color of the precious life liquids all over the walls. And above all else, above all the screaming, there was you; laughing, and drunk with the power that you received from...this!!!" The anger in his voice reached a climax as he pulled out a hand size round ruby, as soon as it came into sight Rey gasped and staggered back a step.
Rey's mind exploded with fear, confusion, and doubt. "NOOO!!!!"
Rey clutched his head and collapsed to the ground in a spasm, his world, crashing down around him.
"You finally remember, murderer" The last words were like a slap to the face for Rey, he never imagined that he would have done something so horrible, but it was the only logical conclusion.he killed all of those around him.his friends, those who he considered family.
Rey's world spun and spun as the last words Cid said echoed through his head. 'murderer', the word was like a knife, it stabbed his heart, pulled back and just repeated the process. Rey's vision began to blur as his world continued to spin and spin.
"Don't worry though," Cid said with a sinister smile on his face "you won't have to suffer too long. I will come for you soon, mark that, and when I come.I will kill you. Watch.wait for me.murderer."
Rey's vision focused a little at the shock of those words, just in time to see the Dragoon Spirit in Cid's hand glow and light explode all around his friend. From the depths of the light, emerged a voice that filled Rey with fear. "I'm coming for you Rey!!!!!". Then, some of the light formed into a large hand and reached out for Rey, filling him with fear.
As the hand of light continued to get closer to him, Rey let out a scream.
Olandra returned to the campsite from her walk, just in time to see Rey sit up with fear induced speed. Sweat poured out from all parts of him, eyes wide open looking all around. He quickly frantically began to search his pockets and outer garments with haste, his quest ended only when he held his Dragoon Spirit in his hand. He heaved a sigh of relief and allowed the faint glow of the ruby wipe away all of his fears and return to common sense.
Olandra could only "tsk" at her "leader's" childish behavior.
I'll never know how this.child has the faith of Dragons to lead a group of warriors to save the world, let alone be part of the group. She thought to herself. However, her recent walk did not erase the words of Drake that still hung in her head every time she thought of the boy. "Will you be ready to follow."
Olandra swore under her breath at the fact that she couldn't forget those words. The murmuring caught Rey's attention and the young Dragoon looked up at her.
"Oh, hi Olandra" a false sense of security was in his voice. "I didn't see you there. Can't sleep?"
Drake commanded
Olandra covered her face with a fake smile
Olandra could hear a slight snicker from the Dark Dragon
The Dark Dragoon seceded.
"You there Olandra?" The young Red-Eye asked?
Olandra heaved a sigh, she knew it was going to be a long night. She walked over to where Rey was sitting.
"I took a walk to clear my head" she said, ice coating her voice.
"Maybe I should try that too, it would certainly help me calm down right now." Rey replied.
"Why? Did the brave Dragoon have a nightmare" her voice told Rey that she wasn't joking around, and the young Red-Eye began to get angry.
"Shut up!! It wasn't any ordinary nightmare" his expression changed from growing anger, to a blank look that held fear, confusion, stress, and depression, yet expressed none of them to the eye. "this was beyond just a nightmare"
Olandra gained interest, not from what Rey said, but it was the voice tone that intrigued her. "What do you mean?"
Rey heaved a sigh "I have had nightmares before.and none of them felt this real, nor where they so utterly frightening. This one was just so real that it had to have been more that just a normal nightmare."
"Really?" Olandra walked over and sat down closer to the troubled youth. "Tell me about this dream"
"Ok" Rey said. "I started out in a dark room and I couldn't really see much at all. Everything was pitch black, I could barely see my own hand in front of me. At first, I went for my sword, hoping that I could protect myself if the need came, but it wasn't on me. A little shaken, I went for my Dragoon Spirit, I was sure nothing there would be too strong for me, even without the sword.but that too, was missing. At that point I was pretty freaked out, but not too shaken. Out of nowhere though, there was this hideous sound, like a hundred screaming souls. But just like any sound, I began to get used to it.but as soon as I did, the area started to wreak of something just awful. The combination was so horrible that eventually I fell to my knees. I was in terrible pain, total agony all over.then, I heard a familiar voice, and the noise and smell just vanished. The voice revealed itself as my dead friend Cid, and I thought he had saved me and was going to help me, but." Rey drifted off as if the next part was painful even to think about.
"But what?" Olandra pried, slightly shocked at her own sympathy, as she urged the boy she had been so angry about to continue telling her of this event.
"It turns out that he was only there to condemn me." He said void of all emotion but pity "He accused me of destroying my home village with my Dragoon Spirit"
*But I am certain that you did not, after all it was my power that I lent you* a voice that Rey recognized as Bartham's spoke out of his now brightly glowing spirit. Olandra picked up on it because of the sudden glow from the Spirit.
*If that is true, then what does the boy speak of* Drake's voice asked from it's Spirit catching Rey slightly offguard with the thought of another person having a talking spirit, but it did make sense.
"But, It makes no sense. You see, Cid was long dead before I even used this Spirit, there is no way he would have known, I had to have." His voice trailed off in shame.
*Rey!!! You did not do that. I would have recognition of the matter if it had happened.*
"Then how could he know?" Rey asked
*It doesn't matter, just know that it was not your fault.* The Red-Eyed Dragon said.
"Think of it this way." Olandra added "I am sure that this 'dream' was not normal, it may have been magically induced."
"Huh?" Rey questioned
"Magically induced." Olandra restated "It's a technique that is rarely used, using magic, one can control another's dreams however they like. The problem with the technique is that it must be instituted at close range, extremely close range. It was often done by merely tapping on a persons forehead, and is most effective when.the victim is sleeping. But, then again, it might not be. In any case, since we have time, I would like to hear about this Furni.
"Oh, ok." Rey pulled himself out of his current 'rut' to tell the story of his beloved town.
"And that's it." Rey wrapped up his tale and sat back waiting for his audience's reply.
Olandra sat breathless after hearing about the ruthless slaughter of women and children.
"Well I only think it's fair that you tell me your story in return, or were you just mysteriously born in a desert and raised by a dead, talking dragon?" Rey heard a slight snicker from the Dark Dragoon Spirit.
*Tell him* It urged it's Dragoon.
"Ok fine," She seceded "It all started some time ago in a village called Neet. My mother was a citizen of that village, she was a warrior of great strength that mixed hand to hand combat with the art of magic. She often left the village for a while to gather knowledge of other villages about magic, and she dreamed of finding a group of creatures called 'Winglies' that were said to possess powerful magic. After a visit to Tiberoa to learn of their magic, and what they knew of the Winglies, she returned to her home, looking forward to seeing her family and friends. What she found however, was city of flames, she immediately rushed in, seeking survivors, and hoping for a glimpse of whatever had done it. She found only two survivors, a blind little girl, and a wounded man. When she asked the man what had happened, all he could say was two words.'Black Monster' then he died. My mother escorted the little girl to a hospital in Deningrad, and then left her in an orphanage. Afterwards, she gathered all the information she could about the Black Monster from the Deningrad library first, then from every village she could find. She searched and searched, gathering all the information she could until she was content, then she started to hone her skills to a mastery. She spent years searching for the Monster, but she could never find him, yet she still pursued, and still trained. Eventually, she began to fear that she might not ever find the Monster in her lifetime, so she went through all the villages she could find, until she found a man that she was comfortable having children with. She bore one child, and that was enough. She trained me in her art, and charged me to find the Black Monster and never rest until I do. She also told me to do like she did if I was ever not fit to fight the Black Monster, or might not live long enough, to conceive one child and teach them. When I was ready, my mother let me go and she stayed with my father. My mother died peacefully soon after I left, and my father died soon after from the grief. I lived alone in the wilderness, so I was not affected by the world wide attack of Bellana. Eventually I found Drake and worked the power he gave me into my style. While traveling, I ended up in this desert and figured I would train, then, I found you. And that's it, I am after the Black Monster, and I will continue to hunt him after this adventure."
Now it was Rey's turn to be silent in shock.
*My heart feels for you Olandra.but remember that our quest as Dragons and Dragoons is more important than personal vendettas, Rey's village was actually burned down by that Bone Dragoon, but he will not let that keep him from focusing on our quest to defeat Bellana* Bartham said.
"Yeah, I won't even that get in my w.WAIT A SEC, that creepy dude is the guy that killed my father?!?!?! How long did you know, and why didn't you tell me?" Rey exploded.
*I've known all along, remember? I was in the sword your father used to fight him. Just remember, revenge can wait. Now, both of you get some sleep, we move out tomorrow.* Bartham commanded.
*I agree* Drake repeated.
Author: Ok, now you have the story of Olandra, and her pursuit of the Black Monster. Yay!!! Another character out to get the Black Monster, she may have liked Dart a lot they have something in common, but she acts a lot like Rose.oh wait, they would kill each other (well chances are that Rose would kill Olandra.but hey, who cares?) Anyway, PLEASE R&R.
Chapter 8: A Second Black Hunter
Olandra sat awake amidst the cool desert air, looking upon the boy that was destined to be a leader. The ironic chill of the desert night air crept up her spine, trying with no avail to avert her attention.
she wondered to herself about this boy who mastered the basics of magic that had taken her several hours under the watchful gaze of her mother.
Drake's voice eased it's way into her mind, weaving itself through her skull and filling her with a warmth to combat the chilling air. I told you before that he will become a fit leader, but you must believe in him and support him in his role. He has Bartham with him, remember? With the wisdom of that old Dragon, I hold no doubt that he will become great and will lead us through this quest, but my question to you, Olandra, when he grows to the leader that he will no doubt be, will you be ready to be lead?
The last phrase bit through Olandra's mind as a cold reality hit her all to suddenly. Would she?
She felt Drake retreat from her now cluttered mind leaving only a short . Once again she was surrounded by the cold air with her mind full, but this time thinking about herself.
In the back of her mind she could feel Drake's sigh, but she chose to ignore him.
Drake informed her even though he knew she was beyond reason, all he could do was heave another sigh.
She heaved at the Dragon. I, and another sigh from the Dragon.
Rey peered into the darkness that surrounded him and enveloped his sense of sight. Unable to see anything further than his own hand, his curiosity was arisen to where exactly he was.
Out of the quiet that was as thick as the darkness itself emerged a whole chorus ghastly voices unlike those he had ever heard before. At first it was quiet and faint but within a few moments it erupted into Rey's ears, causing him to stagger backwards lightly.
With a short grunt, Rey re-braced himself and his hand fell immediately to his left side to grab the hilt of his sword. But where the hilt of his sword should have been, Rey's hand merely felt air. A little shaken, Rey went to his right hoping that he had carelessly armed himself as a left- handed fighter, yet once again he felt only air. Now more confused and annoyed than shaken, Rey dug his hands into his pockets seeking the pulsating jewel that would make up for his lack of arms. But just like his weapon, his Dragoon Spirit was no where to be found.
Suddenly, the demonic chorus rose to a new level of volume, the diminished fifth interval dug itself into the young Dragoons ears causing him to fall to his knees in agony holding his ears. It took all Rey had to keep from screaming out loud and the chorus continued on and on with the demonic interval.
(Author: By the way, for those of you that don't know, a diminished fifth interval/ augmented fourth interval, is two notes that naturally sound awful together and are located a certain distance apart. It also used to be called the "Devil's Tone". If you must get an idea of how it sounds, find a keyboard, or any other instrument, and play a "C" and an "F#" at the same time. Now back to Rey's suffering)
As the sound continued to pour, filtered, into Rey's ears, it became more and more unbearable to take. After countless minutes of pure agony, Rey began to build up a tolerance to the sound and the pain began to subside as he grew used to the sound. Just when the intense pain fell away and Rey began to regain his strength however, an acrid scent began to pour into Rey's nostrils. It stank of sulphur, fesses, and decayed flesh all rolled into one hideous scent, and seemed as if it would burn away each and every hair in Rey's nostril one at a time.
At this point the pain was unbearable and between the scent and the now louder chorus, and all reason and dignity left Rey. He fell to his back and rolled around in a fetal position, hands over his ears and screaming out senseless jargon, writhing in agony.
He suffered around, alone, for what seemed like an eternity, void of all reason, and becoming a beast, until suddenly, it all stopped. Rey snapped back to himself in a few moments and was on his knees looking around, eyes wide open, looking for some explanation of what happened and some hope of escaping this Hell he was subject to.
"Having fun Rey?" A voice as cold as polar stones penetrated the darkness and cut into Rey's weakened spirit.
"Wh-who's there?" Rey asked, shaken and beaten from his recent trauma. "Who are you? Where am I?"
"Does it really matter where we are Rey? And as for who.you do know who I am" A shady silhouette materialized through the darkness.
"Cid?!?!?! Why are you here?" Rey exclaimed out of surprise "Nevermind that, help me up will ya" Hope shot through Rey's being at the sight of his dearly departed friend.
"Why should I?" Cid retorted "You didn't help me!!"
"What do you mean?!? I already told you, I tried to save you!" said a now agitated Rey
"Explain to me how you can try to save a person that you purposely attacked and tried to kill?" asked a pretty pissed Cid
"What do you mean, tried to kill?" The shock eminent in Rey's voice, nearly brought him to his feet. "I tried to save you, I didn't try to kill anyone. The only one I killed that day was Kamuy, only him. He was the one that attacked you all and killed the population of Furni, not me!!!" The shock was replaced by anger, and that exploded at Cid for that outrageous accusation.
The same anger quickly spread over Cid's face and the ghostly silhouette turned a slight color of red. "What do you mean? I lived it myself!!! I will never forget that day; screams of all the people of Furni, not just the men, but the women and children too. The smell of blood filling the shallow caves, the staining color of the precious life liquids all over the walls. And above all else, above all the screaming, there was you; laughing, and drunk with the power that you received from...this!!!" The anger in his voice reached a climax as he pulled out a hand size round ruby, as soon as it came into sight Rey gasped and staggered back a step.
Rey's mind exploded with fear, confusion, and doubt. "NOOO!!!!"
Rey clutched his head and collapsed to the ground in a spasm, his world, crashing down around him.
"You finally remember, murderer" The last words were like a slap to the face for Rey, he never imagined that he would have done something so horrible, but it was the only logical conclusion.he killed all of those around him.his friends, those who he considered family.
Rey's world spun and spun as the last words Cid said echoed through his head. 'murderer', the word was like a knife, it stabbed his heart, pulled back and just repeated the process. Rey's vision began to blur as his world continued to spin and spin.
"Don't worry though," Cid said with a sinister smile on his face "you won't have to suffer too long. I will come for you soon, mark that, and when I come.I will kill you. Watch.wait for me.murderer."
Rey's vision focused a little at the shock of those words, just in time to see the Dragoon Spirit in Cid's hand glow and light explode all around his friend. From the depths of the light, emerged a voice that filled Rey with fear. "I'm coming for you Rey!!!!!". Then, some of the light formed into a large hand and reached out for Rey, filling him with fear.
As the hand of light continued to get closer to him, Rey let out a scream.
Olandra returned to the campsite from her walk, just in time to see Rey sit up with fear induced speed. Sweat poured out from all parts of him, eyes wide open looking all around. He quickly frantically began to search his pockets and outer garments with haste, his quest ended only when he held his Dragoon Spirit in his hand. He heaved a sigh of relief and allowed the faint glow of the ruby wipe away all of his fears and return to common sense.
Olandra could only "tsk" at her "leader's" childish behavior.
I'll never know how this.child has the faith of Dragons to lead a group of warriors to save the world, let alone be part of the group. She thought to herself. However, her recent walk did not erase the words of Drake that still hung in her head every time she thought of the boy. "Will you be ready to follow."
Olandra swore under her breath at the fact that she couldn't forget those words. The murmuring caught Rey's attention and the young Dragoon looked up at her.
"Oh, hi Olandra" a false sense of security was in his voice. "I didn't see you there. Can't sleep?"
Drake commanded
Olandra covered her face with a fake smile
Olandra could hear a slight snicker from the Dark Dragon
The Dark Dragoon seceded.
"You there Olandra?" The young Red-Eye asked?
Olandra heaved a sigh, she knew it was going to be a long night. She walked over to where Rey was sitting.
"I took a walk to clear my head" she said, ice coating her voice.
"Maybe I should try that too, it would certainly help me calm down right now." Rey replied.
"Why? Did the brave Dragoon have a nightmare" her voice told Rey that she wasn't joking around, and the young Red-Eye began to get angry.
"Shut up!! It wasn't any ordinary nightmare" his expression changed from growing anger, to a blank look that held fear, confusion, stress, and depression, yet expressed none of them to the eye. "this was beyond just a nightmare"
Olandra gained interest, not from what Rey said, but it was the voice tone that intrigued her. "What do you mean?"
Rey heaved a sigh "I have had nightmares before.and none of them felt this real, nor where they so utterly frightening. This one was just so real that it had to have been more that just a normal nightmare."
"Really?" Olandra walked over and sat down closer to the troubled youth. "Tell me about this dream"
"Ok" Rey said. "I started out in a dark room and I couldn't really see much at all. Everything was pitch black, I could barely see my own hand in front of me. At first, I went for my sword, hoping that I could protect myself if the need came, but it wasn't on me. A little shaken, I went for my Dragoon Spirit, I was sure nothing there would be too strong for me, even without the sword.but that too, was missing. At that point I was pretty freaked out, but not too shaken. Out of nowhere though, there was this hideous sound, like a hundred screaming souls. But just like any sound, I began to get used to it.but as soon as I did, the area started to wreak of something just awful. The combination was so horrible that eventually I fell to my knees. I was in terrible pain, total agony all over.then, I heard a familiar voice, and the noise and smell just vanished. The voice revealed itself as my dead friend Cid, and I thought he had saved me and was going to help me, but." Rey drifted off as if the next part was painful even to think about.
"But what?" Olandra pried, slightly shocked at her own sympathy, as she urged the boy she had been so angry about to continue telling her of this event.
"It turns out that he was only there to condemn me." He said void of all emotion but pity "He accused me of destroying my home village with my Dragoon Spirit"
*But I am certain that you did not, after all it was my power that I lent you* a voice that Rey recognized as Bartham's spoke out of his now brightly glowing spirit. Olandra picked up on it because of the sudden glow from the Spirit.
*If that is true, then what does the boy speak of* Drake's voice asked from it's Spirit catching Rey slightly offguard with the thought of another person having a talking spirit, but it did make sense.
"But, It makes no sense. You see, Cid was long dead before I even used this Spirit, there is no way he would have known, I had to have." His voice trailed off in shame.
*Rey!!! You did not do that. I would have recognition of the matter if it had happened.*
"Then how could he know?" Rey asked
*It doesn't matter, just know that it was not your fault.* The Red-Eyed Dragon said.
"Think of it this way." Olandra added "I am sure that this 'dream' was not normal, it may have been magically induced."
"Huh?" Rey questioned
"Magically induced." Olandra restated "It's a technique that is rarely used, using magic, one can control another's dreams however they like. The problem with the technique is that it must be instituted at close range, extremely close range. It was often done by merely tapping on a persons forehead, and is most effective when.the victim is sleeping. But, then again, it might not be. In any case, since we have time, I would like to hear about this Furni.
"Oh, ok." Rey pulled himself out of his current 'rut' to tell the story of his beloved town.
"And that's it." Rey wrapped up his tale and sat back waiting for his audience's reply.
Olandra sat breathless after hearing about the ruthless slaughter of women and children.
"Well I only think it's fair that you tell me your story in return, or were you just mysteriously born in a desert and raised by a dead, talking dragon?" Rey heard a slight snicker from the Dark Dragoon Spirit.
*Tell him* It urged it's Dragoon.
"Ok fine," She seceded "It all started some time ago in a village called Neet. My mother was a citizen of that village, she was a warrior of great strength that mixed hand to hand combat with the art of magic. She often left the village for a while to gather knowledge of other villages about magic, and she dreamed of finding a group of creatures called 'Winglies' that were said to possess powerful magic. After a visit to Tiberoa to learn of their magic, and what they knew of the Winglies, she returned to her home, looking forward to seeing her family and friends. What she found however, was city of flames, she immediately rushed in, seeking survivors, and hoping for a glimpse of whatever had done it. She found only two survivors, a blind little girl, and a wounded man. When she asked the man what had happened, all he could say was two words.'Black Monster' then he died. My mother escorted the little girl to a hospital in Deningrad, and then left her in an orphanage. Afterwards, she gathered all the information she could about the Black Monster from the Deningrad library first, then from every village she could find. She searched and searched, gathering all the information she could until she was content, then she started to hone her skills to a mastery. She spent years searching for the Monster, but she could never find him, yet she still pursued, and still trained. Eventually, she began to fear that she might not ever find the Monster in her lifetime, so she went through all the villages she could find, until she found a man that she was comfortable having children with. She bore one child, and that was enough. She trained me in her art, and charged me to find the Black Monster and never rest until I do. She also told me to do like she did if I was ever not fit to fight the Black Monster, or might not live long enough, to conceive one child and teach them. When I was ready, my mother let me go and she stayed with my father. My mother died peacefully soon after I left, and my father died soon after from the grief. I lived alone in the wilderness, so I was not affected by the world wide attack of Bellana. Eventually I found Drake and worked the power he gave me into my style. While traveling, I ended up in this desert and figured I would train, then, I found you. And that's it, I am after the Black Monster, and I will continue to hunt him after this adventure."
Now it was Rey's turn to be silent in shock.
*My heart feels for you Olandra.but remember that our quest as Dragons and Dragoons is more important than personal vendettas, Rey's village was actually burned down by that Bone Dragoon, but he will not let that keep him from focusing on our quest to defeat Bellana* Bartham said.
"Yeah, I won't even that get in my w.WAIT A SEC, that creepy dude is the guy that killed my father?!?!?! How long did you know, and why didn't you tell me?" Rey exploded.
*I've known all along, remember? I was in the sword your father used to fight him. Just remember, revenge can wait. Now, both of you get some sleep, we move out tomorrow.* Bartham commanded.
*I agree* Drake repeated.
Author: Ok, now you have the story of Olandra, and her pursuit of the Black Monster. Yay!!! Another character out to get the Black Monster, she may have liked Dart a lot they have something in common, but she acts a lot like Rose.oh wait, they would kill each other (well chances are that Rose would kill Olandra.but hey, who cares?) Anyway, PLEASE R&R.
