Yep that's right people, I'm still alive. I've just had a lot to do
over the break. I did redo some stuff though. All of that has been marked
at the start of chapters. So feel free to go back and re-read, cause I did
modify some of the plot. Oh, and I shall try my hardest to keep going with
the updating. But you might not see many till school lets out, sorry. Well
have fun with this chapter, I've tried to include humor!
A Blackened Art of Necromancy
Chapter 15
Zieg's flaming sword took out the last of the scouts in the small group. The demons had proved much easier that he had originally anticipated. Most were no harder than the average monster. A few had proven difficult, like this last one, which had managed to give him a good cut in the side.
He still had to worry about how easy the demons in the back of the group were. If they proved to difficult then perhaps Miranda was in trouble? If that was the case then he had chosen wrongly, and it would be his fault if anything happened.
Sheathing the sword at his side he began to walk down towards the stream. Carefully he wiped his hands off in the water, and then splashed a bit on his face. Only thinking about what a long day this was going to become.
***
Haphazardly Meru watched the Sand-Sirf. It had been enjoying the past hour watching her from it's position on the rocks by the shore. It had kept it's distance from the young Wingly throughout much of the day as Meru relaxed, however as it had gotten hungrier, and the day had progressed it had slowly approached her.
Sand-Sirfs were certainly no problem for her. They had never been. The only thing they were a danger to was fish, and Soa save us if Meru was a fish.
"You hungry? Wanna have something to eat??" Meru said to the Sand- Sirf below her.
The Sirf wavered. It didn't know whether it should be running away or snatching the food Meru was holding out. For a few seconds it stood puzzled, then on it's tiny legs, it scurried over.
"Aw, your so cute." Meru responded and went to fetch another piece of meat for her new friend. However when she turned back around the Sand-Sirf was long gone. "Bye." She said quietly.
Then suddenly Meru felt a hand clamp down over her mouth. Something started to push her forward towards the shore. Meru reached back for her hammer, but a serpentine tail came out and lashed it way. She kicked back into what would have been her attackers knees, except the attack didn't seem to have knees, or leg for that matter. It was as if the creature was floating.
Pushing her into the water, her attacker let go of her mouth. Meru gasped just in time to get saltwater. Hastily she pulled herself from the water, and attempted to turn around and see what it was that could have done this, but she was too slow. A bright green tail came out and rapped around her waist. Slowly smashing her lungs, it dove with her down into the water. Meru's last images were of a half-human half-snake with red scales collecting her things upon the beach.
***
Rose smiled as the familiar sense of Shirley wept into her dream. Her old friend still kept her comfort even after all these years, and all these changes.
"Shirley?" She asked into the spreading light.
"Rose, I bring you only bad tidings, and yet you are still happy to see me?" Shirley asked as she took form into the red hared woman she was during life.
"I don't kill the messenger."
"I have two bad tiding for you to night Rose." Shirley said as she frowned. "The first is of another Dart. Dart has died you see, but the Herosa knew of his power and has created another in his image. I think that this was Shana's doing."
"Dart. Shana. They are.?"
"Shana is not dead, but she has no body. She has been roaming the world and aiding us for some time now. However, there is little that she can do. Shana has been trying to influence the Herosa. I think that this second Dart could be changed. If Shana has influenced the Herosa as such, you mustn't kill him."
"Why would we?"
"Dart has come back as a demon lord. Dilrivan knows of the Shape Shifters that the Herosa has. He will think this new Dart to be one of them." Shirley paused letting the information sink in. "You Gignato friend is also at risk. He shall be attack by the Herosa. I do not know of when or of why. But you must insure that both of them are kept safe. We can not lose any Dragoons."
"Yes. Is this all of your news Shirley?"
"It is all that I have heard. Oh and Rose."
"Yes?"
"You should trust children." At that last word Shirley's spirit left her dream. And Rose was forced to contemplate the news on her own.
***
Compared to most of the dragoons at the moment, Guaraha was having a rather good time. He was enjoying his stay in the human capital, and frankly so where the researchers there. They hand only one other Wingly on the team. And the man wasn't skilled in much other than creating water, and creating explosions.
However Guaraha knew more than enough to create another flying city, if there had been time and power. The main two researchers both focused upon lesser elemental magic, while the rest focused on lightning.
On their own the humans had been progressing steadily until the Violet Dragoon Spirit had been taken from them. From that point on they had been doing rather badly. With only the stores from the spirit, they been unable to do much more than make theories on what would happen to the magic when put under different strains. When Darme had arrived they had gained the opportunity to study the Fire and Water elements however had been unsuccessful in discovering the "source".
Guaraha also knew of the Source. It was the place where magic originated, and unlike humans Winglies and Dragons had a link to that Source. It was with in every Wingly, however to open the gateway to the source required not only a pure line of Winglies in your family but also a cleared mind.
Guaraha's ancestry was well off in terms of breeding with other species, however unlike Lloyd and many of the more powerful Winglies he was unable to clear his mind.
The ancestor had cleared his mind and was powerful for being able to do so. However instinct which was the key to magic was not the key to mecha.
Guaraha sighed, even now equipped with the Dragoon Spirit he had yet to clear his mind. Meru had always said he thought to hard and too long about the silliest things.. However she too was unable to clear her own mind.
"Meru?" He whispered as he continued to fix some of the gear for the magic draining process. "How do you mange?" Quitly Guaraha continued fixing the tubing for the magic to be pushed through. However his mind lingered on Meru, how was she? Would he see her again? Did she think about..him?
A/N: WHOOO! Man I feel like this took me forever to put out. Sorry if there are any errors in this I really wanted to put it up. -.-; Anyway I hope you enjoyed the last part, Guaraha is one of my favorite charters because he's so into Meru. I think I'm going to give them a little bit of time together. Anyway, just out of curiosity has anyone read a Manga called Ragnarok? No it's not based off of the video game. However if you have you must tell me what you think of it because I'm running through an obsession stage for it!
A Blackened Art of Necromancy
Chapter 15
Zieg's flaming sword took out the last of the scouts in the small group. The demons had proved much easier that he had originally anticipated. Most were no harder than the average monster. A few had proven difficult, like this last one, which had managed to give him a good cut in the side.
He still had to worry about how easy the demons in the back of the group were. If they proved to difficult then perhaps Miranda was in trouble? If that was the case then he had chosen wrongly, and it would be his fault if anything happened.
Sheathing the sword at his side he began to walk down towards the stream. Carefully he wiped his hands off in the water, and then splashed a bit on his face. Only thinking about what a long day this was going to become.
***
Haphazardly Meru watched the Sand-Sirf. It had been enjoying the past hour watching her from it's position on the rocks by the shore. It had kept it's distance from the young Wingly throughout much of the day as Meru relaxed, however as it had gotten hungrier, and the day had progressed it had slowly approached her.
Sand-Sirfs were certainly no problem for her. They had never been. The only thing they were a danger to was fish, and Soa save us if Meru was a fish.
"You hungry? Wanna have something to eat??" Meru said to the Sand- Sirf below her.
The Sirf wavered. It didn't know whether it should be running away or snatching the food Meru was holding out. For a few seconds it stood puzzled, then on it's tiny legs, it scurried over.
"Aw, your so cute." Meru responded and went to fetch another piece of meat for her new friend. However when she turned back around the Sand-Sirf was long gone. "Bye." She said quietly.
Then suddenly Meru felt a hand clamp down over her mouth. Something started to push her forward towards the shore. Meru reached back for her hammer, but a serpentine tail came out and lashed it way. She kicked back into what would have been her attackers knees, except the attack didn't seem to have knees, or leg for that matter. It was as if the creature was floating.
Pushing her into the water, her attacker let go of her mouth. Meru gasped just in time to get saltwater. Hastily she pulled herself from the water, and attempted to turn around and see what it was that could have done this, but she was too slow. A bright green tail came out and rapped around her waist. Slowly smashing her lungs, it dove with her down into the water. Meru's last images were of a half-human half-snake with red scales collecting her things upon the beach.
***
Rose smiled as the familiar sense of Shirley wept into her dream. Her old friend still kept her comfort even after all these years, and all these changes.
"Shirley?" She asked into the spreading light.
"Rose, I bring you only bad tidings, and yet you are still happy to see me?" Shirley asked as she took form into the red hared woman she was during life.
"I don't kill the messenger."
"I have two bad tiding for you to night Rose." Shirley said as she frowned. "The first is of another Dart. Dart has died you see, but the Herosa knew of his power and has created another in his image. I think that this was Shana's doing."
"Dart. Shana. They are.?"
"Shana is not dead, but she has no body. She has been roaming the world and aiding us for some time now. However, there is little that she can do. Shana has been trying to influence the Herosa. I think that this second Dart could be changed. If Shana has influenced the Herosa as such, you mustn't kill him."
"Why would we?"
"Dart has come back as a demon lord. Dilrivan knows of the Shape Shifters that the Herosa has. He will think this new Dart to be one of them." Shirley paused letting the information sink in. "You Gignato friend is also at risk. He shall be attack by the Herosa. I do not know of when or of why. But you must insure that both of them are kept safe. We can not lose any Dragoons."
"Yes. Is this all of your news Shirley?"
"It is all that I have heard. Oh and Rose."
"Yes?"
"You should trust children." At that last word Shirley's spirit left her dream. And Rose was forced to contemplate the news on her own.
***
Compared to most of the dragoons at the moment, Guaraha was having a rather good time. He was enjoying his stay in the human capital, and frankly so where the researchers there. They hand only one other Wingly on the team. And the man wasn't skilled in much other than creating water, and creating explosions.
However Guaraha knew more than enough to create another flying city, if there had been time and power. The main two researchers both focused upon lesser elemental magic, while the rest focused on lightning.
On their own the humans had been progressing steadily until the Violet Dragoon Spirit had been taken from them. From that point on they had been doing rather badly. With only the stores from the spirit, they been unable to do much more than make theories on what would happen to the magic when put under different strains. When Darme had arrived they had gained the opportunity to study the Fire and Water elements however had been unsuccessful in discovering the "source".
Guaraha also knew of the Source. It was the place where magic originated, and unlike humans Winglies and Dragons had a link to that Source. It was with in every Wingly, however to open the gateway to the source required not only a pure line of Winglies in your family but also a cleared mind.
Guaraha's ancestry was well off in terms of breeding with other species, however unlike Lloyd and many of the more powerful Winglies he was unable to clear his mind.
The ancestor had cleared his mind and was powerful for being able to do so. However instinct which was the key to magic was not the key to mecha.
Guaraha sighed, even now equipped with the Dragoon Spirit he had yet to clear his mind. Meru had always said he thought to hard and too long about the silliest things.. However she too was unable to clear her own mind.
"Meru?" He whispered as he continued to fix some of the gear for the magic draining process. "How do you mange?" Quitly Guaraha continued fixing the tubing for the magic to be pushed through. However his mind lingered on Meru, how was she? Would he see her again? Did she think about..him?
A/N: WHOOO! Man I feel like this took me forever to put out. Sorry if there are any errors in this I really wanted to put it up. -.-; Anyway I hope you enjoyed the last part, Guaraha is one of my favorite charters because he's so into Meru. I think I'm going to give them a little bit of time together. Anyway, just out of curiosity has anyone read a Manga called Ragnarok? No it's not based off of the video game. However if you have you must tell me what you think of it because I'm running through an obsession stage for it!