A/N: Hello! Star Fruit, yes Dart is dead.... *grin* I've been having a bad
case of writers block, it sucked. Well I finally forced myself to write. So
if this sucks just tell me and I'll redo it.
Don't own Legend of Dragoon.
A Blackened Art of Necromancy
"We're leaving." Dart sated calmly as he walked back into the hallway that held the dragoons.
"We are?" Several of them asked.
"Yes. They have some stuff they'd like to give us before for we leave. They want us at the barrier tomorrow morning, so get some sleep." Dart walked past the group of Dragoons who were gathered there.
"Already?"
"What about Shana?"
"Give us stuff?"
These whispers filled the room and the dragoons worried over what was happening. Albert couldn't help but back away from them towards Rose. All that had happened, this was too much.
Rose stood with Albert apart from the group. Watching as Zieg managed to pry himself away from the main group and join the two, "What do you think?" He asked her calmly.
"They are asking for too much of us... Even with two new dragoons we can't take back a world." She replied with a sigh.
"No, we'd need an army behind us for anything of the sort." Zieg leaned up against the wall and did a very familiar flick of his hair.
"What was Lloyd up to in leaving?" Rose asked pointy ignoring the fact that Albert was next to her.
Zieg gave her a look then continued, "Mavor asked him to leave."
"Mavor? Who is that?" Albert asked.
"A Wingly scientist. He's a large power here. I think he knew Lloyd some how though... Lloyd left to see that man then left through the barrier."
"Christopher spoke of the man has been working in Genetics?" Rose added in the little piece of information.
"Hmm, whatever that man is playing at I'm surprised Lloyd would listen. He barely listen to m- Diaz after all..." Zieg said curiously remembering the feeling of talking yet not being the one talking.
Albert suddenly stalked off, in a sort of mute anger that nether Rose nor Zieg could place or understand.
***
The black beast of burden walked lightly down the paths that had led to Bale. Or what had once been Bale. Lloyd had left on information that might be key to many things. Left on the information of his mother, Sirona. She had told him something that that she could not trust to the Dragoons because of the warnings of a spy within them.
The Sacred Sisters have powers each. One to the Army, one to healing, one to the Queen and one for Soa.
Miranda must be the one for the Army, so to must Luanna be for healing. Setie and Wink remain, one of them will have the powers to speak to Soa.
Shana will hunt all of them down in search of the one who can talk to Soa. We mustn't let that happen...
No, We wont let that happen. It was for his mother's warning that he now left to find the other three Sacred Sisters and take them back to Omnia. They would be safest there....
***
The demons of Mayfil had pleased their master well. The plan to put a spy imposition with the Dragoons had worked only to well. Now that the Divine Dragoon was dead, and with a leader of Omnia locked away deep in the heart of this hell...
To them it was only a matter of time till the rebirth would happen. Herosa would strike down the God Soa. Then she would recreate the world in the image of her own. The Demons and Virages would replace the Humans and Winglies. The world would be their heaven and hell.
***
Shana smiled as the demons pulled the young wingly man towards her. He looked so fragile in their hands... "What is your name?" She asked quietly as they let him slump into a chair across from her.
"Dilrivan..." He muttered.
"Your the lead Wingly in Omnia correct?"
"Yes..."
"Do you know who can speak to Soa?"
"No..."
"Oh come now! What harm will it do you? You have Omnia don't you?" She hissed at him.
"Not any more..." Memories of his home flashed in his eyes. He have never really been away from Omnia before. Now the world was filled with gray and brown. No light blues or hyper greens to confer him. No black sky and dark blue sea to surround his home. Nothing but gray and brown, and a ugly blue sky.
"I'll let you go back if you tell me who can speak to Soa..." She said using a sweet voice that this body had acquired.
"No..." He said lowing his head.
"I wish to speak with it!! Soa has condemned me here to your mortal world and I will have knowledge of why!!!!!" She yelled at his loosing her temper.
"What will you do?"
"To this world? That's what I'll know when I speak to Soa... Too you? I'll burn you in a flame that doesn't kill you till you tell me who!" She could see the Wingly shaking.
"They'll notice that I'm gone. They come here and kill you!" He yelled at her gaining some of his courage back from the thoughts of his fellow council members.
"No they wont. I have a very good shape shifter taking your place, and another taking Dart's. They will never know... Never."
Dilrivan began to shake uncontrollably. He was a cowered with a good tongue. He had never been good at anything other than taking orders. She was going to burn his body with a gray fire. He'd seen what it could do before. Make some one who had never screamed before scream till they screamed blood. Make them beg for a death even by the worst of means.
He was weak, he couldn't take that sort of punishment. He'd... he'd... "One of the Sacred Sisters can..." He hdn't wanted to, but it had to be done, he had too...
A/N: I have redone some of the stuff on Chapters 1-3 and will hopefully fix four up real nice! I'd like it a lot if some you would go look at my diary!! I love it personally! The address is: http://www.deardiary.net/cgi- bin/viewer.cgi?diary=68644
I'd like to thank all you people for dealing with the wait! Sorry bout that but as I said I was having a writers block moment! I need to learn HTML so my writing will be neater, so if anyone has any good web sites or so forth I'd appreciate it!
A Blackened Art of Necromancy
"We're leaving." Dart sated calmly as he walked back into the hallway that held the dragoons.
"We are?" Several of them asked.
"Yes. They have some stuff they'd like to give us before for we leave. They want us at the barrier tomorrow morning, so get some sleep." Dart walked past the group of Dragoons who were gathered there.
"Already?"
"What about Shana?"
"Give us stuff?"
These whispers filled the room and the dragoons worried over what was happening. Albert couldn't help but back away from them towards Rose. All that had happened, this was too much.
Rose stood with Albert apart from the group. Watching as Zieg managed to pry himself away from the main group and join the two, "What do you think?" He asked her calmly.
"They are asking for too much of us... Even with two new dragoons we can't take back a world." She replied with a sigh.
"No, we'd need an army behind us for anything of the sort." Zieg leaned up against the wall and did a very familiar flick of his hair.
"What was Lloyd up to in leaving?" Rose asked pointy ignoring the fact that Albert was next to her.
Zieg gave her a look then continued, "Mavor asked him to leave."
"Mavor? Who is that?" Albert asked.
"A Wingly scientist. He's a large power here. I think he knew Lloyd some how though... Lloyd left to see that man then left through the barrier."
"Christopher spoke of the man has been working in Genetics?" Rose added in the little piece of information.
"Hmm, whatever that man is playing at I'm surprised Lloyd would listen. He barely listen to m- Diaz after all..." Zieg said curiously remembering the feeling of talking yet not being the one talking.
Albert suddenly stalked off, in a sort of mute anger that nether Rose nor Zieg could place or understand.
***
The black beast of burden walked lightly down the paths that had led to Bale. Or what had once been Bale. Lloyd had left on information that might be key to many things. Left on the information of his mother, Sirona. She had told him something that that she could not trust to the Dragoons because of the warnings of a spy within them.
The Sacred Sisters have powers each. One to the Army, one to healing, one to the Queen and one for Soa.
Miranda must be the one for the Army, so to must Luanna be for healing. Setie and Wink remain, one of them will have the powers to speak to Soa.
Shana will hunt all of them down in search of the one who can talk to Soa. We mustn't let that happen...
No, We wont let that happen. It was for his mother's warning that he now left to find the other three Sacred Sisters and take them back to Omnia. They would be safest there....
***
The demons of Mayfil had pleased their master well. The plan to put a spy imposition with the Dragoons had worked only to well. Now that the Divine Dragoon was dead, and with a leader of Omnia locked away deep in the heart of this hell...
To them it was only a matter of time till the rebirth would happen. Herosa would strike down the God Soa. Then she would recreate the world in the image of her own. The Demons and Virages would replace the Humans and Winglies. The world would be their heaven and hell.
***
Shana smiled as the demons pulled the young wingly man towards her. He looked so fragile in their hands... "What is your name?" She asked quietly as they let him slump into a chair across from her.
"Dilrivan..." He muttered.
"Your the lead Wingly in Omnia correct?"
"Yes..."
"Do you know who can speak to Soa?"
"No..."
"Oh come now! What harm will it do you? You have Omnia don't you?" She hissed at him.
"Not any more..." Memories of his home flashed in his eyes. He have never really been away from Omnia before. Now the world was filled with gray and brown. No light blues or hyper greens to confer him. No black sky and dark blue sea to surround his home. Nothing but gray and brown, and a ugly blue sky.
"I'll let you go back if you tell me who can speak to Soa..." She said using a sweet voice that this body had acquired.
"No..." He said lowing his head.
"I wish to speak with it!! Soa has condemned me here to your mortal world and I will have knowledge of why!!!!!" She yelled at his loosing her temper.
"What will you do?"
"To this world? That's what I'll know when I speak to Soa... Too you? I'll burn you in a flame that doesn't kill you till you tell me who!" She could see the Wingly shaking.
"They'll notice that I'm gone. They come here and kill you!" He yelled at her gaining some of his courage back from the thoughts of his fellow council members.
"No they wont. I have a very good shape shifter taking your place, and another taking Dart's. They will never know... Never."
Dilrivan began to shake uncontrollably. He was a cowered with a good tongue. He had never been good at anything other than taking orders. She was going to burn his body with a gray fire. He'd seen what it could do before. Make some one who had never screamed before scream till they screamed blood. Make them beg for a death even by the worst of means.
He was weak, he couldn't take that sort of punishment. He'd... he'd... "One of the Sacred Sisters can..." He hdn't wanted to, but it had to be done, he had too...
A/N: I have redone some of the stuff on Chapters 1-3 and will hopefully fix four up real nice! I'd like it a lot if some you would go look at my diary!! I love it personally! The address is: http://www.deardiary.net/cgi- bin/viewer.cgi?diary=68644
I'd like to thank all you people for dealing with the wait! Sorry bout that but as I said I was having a writers block moment! I need to learn HTML so my writing will be neater, so if anyone has any good web sites or so forth I'd appreciate it!