A/n: Uh.... what is there to say? ^.^ Don't own legend of dragoon!
A Blackened Art of Necromancy
Chapter 17
Kongol had been wondering around the dusty landscape for days. He would run into the occasional Virage. Which over the past week had become more and more frequent. He couldn't help but feel that they were testing him. Trying to see just how powerful he was.
However as he turned the bend he knew his meek suspicions had been right. There they where at least a hundred of them, far more than he might be able to handle. He had no choice though, he must fight. Fight to the death if necessary. Whatever it might take, he should at least face his last days in the light of valor.
So he reached behind him, pulled free his weapon. An ax which had helped him to fight even Melbu Frama. He grabbed the Dragoon Spirit in his hand and focused to force the transformation. The golden light surrounded him, and empowered everything about him. The Virage screeched at one another. There pig like eyes bulging.
So he flew at them, scattering many, destroying others. Dust from both death and the ground beneath flew up.
Kongol did not stop his fight, till he had taken his very last blow, and rather then give them an easy death he took the Virage with him. In one massive explosion.
***
Haschel had been awaken that morning, not by the attack of Virage and demons he was expecting, but from the sad glowing of his Dragoon Spirit. He had reached out onto the stand on which it sat to find it glowing brightly, yet resonating sadly. To him the Spirit seem almost lonesome. And when he first touched it he knew what had happened, not through words but rather through pictures and emotions in his mind.
Kongol had fallen.
At first it saddened him, made him wish that something could have been done to prevent the loss of a good comrade. But then it angered him, he sat here well feed, and not fighting. While Kongol had fought for his life.
Rouge wasn't under any sort of threat. Virage couldn't swim, and he doubted the demons had a boat. Besides from what he has last heard, they where headed for Lohan. So how could they expect him to sit here? Sure he was physically a lot older than any of them. But in marshal arts that only man you stronger.
He need to do something. Something back on the main land. Something that might help or even save people. He didn't need to be cut from the fight like this, it wasn't what he asked for.
Gathering his things he headed out the door of his hut. As a younger man came crashing into him, he almost told the kid to apologias before he saw the look on the boy's face. "What his it?" He asked.
"They- they don't know but... But something is happening on top of one of the cliffs!" He said hurriedly. "You got to go see!" He blurted out before running off.
Taking off in a dash and leaving his pack behind he headed up through the wooden huts, along the outer rim and down a set of stair to come to the path to the training platform. Almost all of the village was running up the path going to see something, though what it was he didn't know.
Pushing though the crowd he soon reached the platform. The entire place was full, and he could hear it creaking under their weight. Seeing faces turned and looking out at the mountain he turned his head, and saw something he would never had imagined.
The mountain was glowing a bright almost golden light. And it wasn't from the sunlight that was just rising. No it was from the mountain itself. And with a final pulse the mountain disappeared leaving behind it only a large structure. On that seem to reach just as high as the mountain itself.
People gasped, and looking upon the glowing place. And the first words that came to his mind where...
"A temple?" The crowd seem to ask as one. Yet no one replied to their query.
***
Lavits eyes opened to a sight he would never have foreseen, nor would ever forget. It was white, or something beyond white. It seemed so pure, and divine... Quickly he remembered what had happened.
Wink... Could that light be Wink, or what Wink had done? He stared in aw for a long moment, just looking at it, till he felt a pair of hands grab his shoulder, and pull him away. "Come on." A voice said into his ear. And in an ere manor he remembered what Wink had said right before the flash of light.
"RUN!"
So Lavits jump quickly onto his feet almost knocking the person behind him down and started to move. The person, dashed along right on with him. Neither of them all to willing to find out why Wink had wanted them to run.
Lavits was exactly sure of where he was running. Everything was so white, that he could not really see what he was standing on. A few faint shadows marked out larger things like bushes, trees and boulders. Every so often one of the would trip slightly, but no matter where they ran the white continued.
And all of the sudden the ground on which they had been running went back to brown and green. He found himself collapsing on his knees, with a hard thud. Gasping for breath he looked over to see Lloyd who was also crouching and attempting to catch his breath. Lloyd glanced over at him and smiled, before flipping around and looking at what they had just ran out of.
Lavits did similar. What he saw startled him.
It was like barrier or shield that came up in the center like a dome. Within it's walls was light, pure blinding light, outside... It was perfectly normal. He could see the light, but it did not make the world around him any brighter. Which it should have.
"Strange." He said summing it up into one single word. Next to him Lloyd nodded.
***
Donau was a peaceful city. The people almost completely oblivious to the fact that the world was ending. They had heard only the faintest rumors, and stories about demons in the south and monsters on the plains. Not one of them had ever seen a real Virage, not had any of them had to fight since they had kicked the bandits out last year. It was hard for Nesha to understand.
She always knew that people, good people, got fair deals in life. And there wasn't a single bad person in Donau. The children listen to their elders, did their work and when to church of their own accord. The adults all where literate, and only went to the bars to socialize, not to drink.
Nesha found herself fitting in quick well. She could spend all day just chatting about philosophy with the bartender, or help take care of almost anything. The people here... They must have all been on the same wave length. All of them thought the same, hoped the same, they all agreed. Their wasn't a day in the week in which something bad happened.
If she could at all, Nesha wanted to stay here, stay for the rest of her life. She couldn't let anything happen to this place.
So every day at dawn, dusk and midnight she would head out and walk around the town. Kill a few of the monsters she ran into. Once she even ran into a Virage. But with her new powers, it had seemed... So weak.
She had learned at least two of her spells. The first was called Blue Bells, in honor of her favorite flowers. The attack would put the enemy to sleep for good, unless someone cured them. Which was what she had used on the Virage.
The seconded was slightly more interesting, and Witches Grove. It would make about fifteen huge oak trees grow right out of the ground. They would surround the enemy and then squeeze them to death. She still felt slightly sad for the monsters who would only be remembered by some goo on the road.
She was hopping that any day now she would get a new spell. Maybe on that did more damage to Virage, rather than putting them to sleep or squeezing a foot off.
She awoke that morning to the sound of someone screaming. She remembered faintly running out of the hotel with her trident to see a pair of master Virage, slowly scrambling into town. There eyes hungry to devour and destroy what lived there.
She had never gone up against a Master Virage before. And now she was facing two. But whatever she had to do, she would. Because she loved Donau, with all her heart. And her perfect village was not to be destroyed.
A/N: Ah, well this was a long chapter don't you think... No not really, but it did go over my minim of 1000 words. I made a really interesting typo that I thought I should share....
In one massive expulsion.
I think Kongol will be very proud of that, Ne?
A Blackened Art of Necromancy
Chapter 17
Kongol had been wondering around the dusty landscape for days. He would run into the occasional Virage. Which over the past week had become more and more frequent. He couldn't help but feel that they were testing him. Trying to see just how powerful he was.
However as he turned the bend he knew his meek suspicions had been right. There they where at least a hundred of them, far more than he might be able to handle. He had no choice though, he must fight. Fight to the death if necessary. Whatever it might take, he should at least face his last days in the light of valor.
So he reached behind him, pulled free his weapon. An ax which had helped him to fight even Melbu Frama. He grabbed the Dragoon Spirit in his hand and focused to force the transformation. The golden light surrounded him, and empowered everything about him. The Virage screeched at one another. There pig like eyes bulging.
So he flew at them, scattering many, destroying others. Dust from both death and the ground beneath flew up.
Kongol did not stop his fight, till he had taken his very last blow, and rather then give them an easy death he took the Virage with him. In one massive explosion.
***
Haschel had been awaken that morning, not by the attack of Virage and demons he was expecting, but from the sad glowing of his Dragoon Spirit. He had reached out onto the stand on which it sat to find it glowing brightly, yet resonating sadly. To him the Spirit seem almost lonesome. And when he first touched it he knew what had happened, not through words but rather through pictures and emotions in his mind.
Kongol had fallen.
At first it saddened him, made him wish that something could have been done to prevent the loss of a good comrade. But then it angered him, he sat here well feed, and not fighting. While Kongol had fought for his life.
Rouge wasn't under any sort of threat. Virage couldn't swim, and he doubted the demons had a boat. Besides from what he has last heard, they where headed for Lohan. So how could they expect him to sit here? Sure he was physically a lot older than any of them. But in marshal arts that only man you stronger.
He need to do something. Something back on the main land. Something that might help or even save people. He didn't need to be cut from the fight like this, it wasn't what he asked for.
Gathering his things he headed out the door of his hut. As a younger man came crashing into him, he almost told the kid to apologias before he saw the look on the boy's face. "What his it?" He asked.
"They- they don't know but... But something is happening on top of one of the cliffs!" He said hurriedly. "You got to go see!" He blurted out before running off.
Taking off in a dash and leaving his pack behind he headed up through the wooden huts, along the outer rim and down a set of stair to come to the path to the training platform. Almost all of the village was running up the path going to see something, though what it was he didn't know.
Pushing though the crowd he soon reached the platform. The entire place was full, and he could hear it creaking under their weight. Seeing faces turned and looking out at the mountain he turned his head, and saw something he would never had imagined.
The mountain was glowing a bright almost golden light. And it wasn't from the sunlight that was just rising. No it was from the mountain itself. And with a final pulse the mountain disappeared leaving behind it only a large structure. On that seem to reach just as high as the mountain itself.
People gasped, and looking upon the glowing place. And the first words that came to his mind where...
"A temple?" The crowd seem to ask as one. Yet no one replied to their query.
***
Lavits eyes opened to a sight he would never have foreseen, nor would ever forget. It was white, or something beyond white. It seemed so pure, and divine... Quickly he remembered what had happened.
Wink... Could that light be Wink, or what Wink had done? He stared in aw for a long moment, just looking at it, till he felt a pair of hands grab his shoulder, and pull him away. "Come on." A voice said into his ear. And in an ere manor he remembered what Wink had said right before the flash of light.
"RUN!"
So Lavits jump quickly onto his feet almost knocking the person behind him down and started to move. The person, dashed along right on with him. Neither of them all to willing to find out why Wink had wanted them to run.
Lavits was exactly sure of where he was running. Everything was so white, that he could not really see what he was standing on. A few faint shadows marked out larger things like bushes, trees and boulders. Every so often one of the would trip slightly, but no matter where they ran the white continued.
And all of the sudden the ground on which they had been running went back to brown and green. He found himself collapsing on his knees, with a hard thud. Gasping for breath he looked over to see Lloyd who was also crouching and attempting to catch his breath. Lloyd glanced over at him and smiled, before flipping around and looking at what they had just ran out of.
Lavits did similar. What he saw startled him.
It was like barrier or shield that came up in the center like a dome. Within it's walls was light, pure blinding light, outside... It was perfectly normal. He could see the light, but it did not make the world around him any brighter. Which it should have.
"Strange." He said summing it up into one single word. Next to him Lloyd nodded.
***
Donau was a peaceful city. The people almost completely oblivious to the fact that the world was ending. They had heard only the faintest rumors, and stories about demons in the south and monsters on the plains. Not one of them had ever seen a real Virage, not had any of them had to fight since they had kicked the bandits out last year. It was hard for Nesha to understand.
She always knew that people, good people, got fair deals in life. And there wasn't a single bad person in Donau. The children listen to their elders, did their work and when to church of their own accord. The adults all where literate, and only went to the bars to socialize, not to drink.
Nesha found herself fitting in quick well. She could spend all day just chatting about philosophy with the bartender, or help take care of almost anything. The people here... They must have all been on the same wave length. All of them thought the same, hoped the same, they all agreed. Their wasn't a day in the week in which something bad happened.
If she could at all, Nesha wanted to stay here, stay for the rest of her life. She couldn't let anything happen to this place.
So every day at dawn, dusk and midnight she would head out and walk around the town. Kill a few of the monsters she ran into. Once she even ran into a Virage. But with her new powers, it had seemed... So weak.
She had learned at least two of her spells. The first was called Blue Bells, in honor of her favorite flowers. The attack would put the enemy to sleep for good, unless someone cured them. Which was what she had used on the Virage.
The seconded was slightly more interesting, and Witches Grove. It would make about fifteen huge oak trees grow right out of the ground. They would surround the enemy and then squeeze them to death. She still felt slightly sad for the monsters who would only be remembered by some goo on the road.
She was hopping that any day now she would get a new spell. Maybe on that did more damage to Virage, rather than putting them to sleep or squeezing a foot off.
She awoke that morning to the sound of someone screaming. She remembered faintly running out of the hotel with her trident to see a pair of master Virage, slowly scrambling into town. There eyes hungry to devour and destroy what lived there.
She had never gone up against a Master Virage before. And now she was facing two. But whatever she had to do, she would. Because she loved Donau, with all her heart. And her perfect village was not to be destroyed.
A/N: Ah, well this was a long chapter don't you think... No not really, but it did go over my minim of 1000 words. I made a really interesting typo that I thought I should share....
In one massive expulsion.
I think Kongol will be very proud of that, Ne?