Layen: I'm struggling to keep this true to the story line from Lunar, even
though I want to make it embellished with my own little quirks...*is
quirky*...I hope everybody...likes it so far...it'll get better...and if I
get enough review, I'll make it a lemon...wouldn't that be nice?!
Sorry if it's so short!!!
Chapter 2
Dragonsborne
After the fall of Ghaleon, the world known as Lunar had plunged into an imperial age of beauty, and grandeur, for the Goddess Althena had returned and watched over her creation with a maternal eye. She had walked the face of Lunar for fifteen years before returning to her home upon the Blue Star, kissing the world goodbye as she left, leaving her people with yet another gift. They were given the gift of ultimate prosperity and a bright future, promising to return every so often to see how her children were fairing without her. Her promise was well known by every inhabitant of Lunar; no matter how young or old a person was, the story of Althena's imminent return was passed from mouth to mouth faster than any wildfire could have spread.
Many of the Lunarians who heard of the story chuckled softly at the mention of Althena's promise, their thoughts darting to their lovers. Everyone knew what Althena had meant when she spoke the words, "My people, I return to that which I love. I will return to you." Althena had been speaking of the man she had known and loved as a child; the only person willing to risk his life to save her own when she lay captive in the clutches of the demon, Ghaleon. She spoke of the most famed and powerful Dragonmaster to have walked the land; more powerful of a Dragonmaster, was her beloved, than his predecessor, Dyne. She spoke of Dragonmaster Alex.
Dragonmaster Alex, though heartbroken, knew his love would keep her promise, and awaiting her return would occupy his mind and keep him from his true task: protecting the Goddess Althena. Even as he wiped the tears from his eyes, he founded the Guards; the elite warriors who were forced to undergo rigorous training in case of danger and a threat to Althena. After founding them, and watching over the first few classes his Guards produced, he retreated to a land far away to await Althena's return, assured his Guards would protect Althena from any danger and squelch possible threats to her before there was a real need. The Guards had no real purpose other than breaking up commonplace squabbles; there had never been a real need for Guards in the first place. No one would attack Althena with a Dragonmaster to protect her. The Guards were respected, but not as much as they had been the first few years after their founding; they were shown the same respect as a Palace Guards, if that. There was no apparent reason for the Guards other than a display of power; they were merely ornaments, something pretty to be looked at.
Alex shook his head, trying to flick the thin locks of brown hair out of his eyes while he allowed Thim's fear to subside. He closed his eyes as he did so, hoping to calm the young man by hiding the flames dancing in his eyes. Alex was in command of Dragonsfire again; the power flowed through him, warming his body in a way he had almost forgotten. He shivered in delight as his body grew hot as molten lava as his Fire induced blood flowed through his body, burning a trail beneath his skin. He was unaware of the look on his face until Thim said something.
"Do you want to be alone?" Alex snapped his eyes open, making sure to quench the fire in them so as not to upset Thim further. "Looks like you're enjoying something by that sickly sweet look on your face, Thayne." Alex laughed gently and placed a hand on Thim's shoulder. Thim looked at it uneasily and his jaw dropped. "Your name's not really Thayne, is it?" Alex shook his head, aggravating arising in him as his brown bangs fell into his line of vision. "Don't tell me your real name, please?" Thim shook his shoulder away from Alex, and his eyes narrowed in a glare. "Tell me everything, just not your name, alright? I wouldn't be able to take it if you were...you know?"
"Alright, Thim." Alex settled himself and folded his arms across his chest. Thim peered at him oddly, and followed his example. "Thim, I'm going to tell you a story about my-a boy named Alex and his past." Alex decided to give Thim one last chance to back away and leave; hopefully protecting him from the danger that would inevitably come if he opened his mouth and launched into the story he had once nearly forgotten. Alex closed his eyes quickly, probing Thim's emotions, breath catching as he felt Thim's Wonder, Amazement, Fear, Assurance, and another which disturbed him. Sadness.
"Do me one favor, though, please?" Alex nodded. "Just look at me from now on. I don't care if you're normal when you do, or you have those...Just look at me. I'll feel less..." his voice trailed off nervously. "Inferior."
Alex opened his eyes in surprise, and nodded, fumbling for words. "You're not inferior, Thim. Why would you say something like that?"
Thim looked at him, eyes open wide with surprise, jaw between his knees. "How could you ask that? Isn't it obvious? You're A-"
"No, that's not fair, Thim. If you can't say that name, neither can I." He held his hand out, making sure his eyes never left Thim's. "Tell you what, you don't mention that name and I won't either, alright?" Thim grabbed his hand and the shook twice firmly before breaking apart, leaving the younger of the two men staring at his hand in awe. "I'm just another man like you, Thim. Don't make me out to be more than that." Thim eyed him suspiciously, eyes never leaving his hand.
Alex sighed and wiped his forehead clean of sweat with the back of his hand, trying to find out the best way to begin his story. He would begin where the best of stories began: The beginning.
He blinked, filling his eyes with fire once more, and they flared up to emphasize his words. "Once there was a boy named Alex..."
Chapter 2
Dragonsborne
After the fall of Ghaleon, the world known as Lunar had plunged into an imperial age of beauty, and grandeur, for the Goddess Althena had returned and watched over her creation with a maternal eye. She had walked the face of Lunar for fifteen years before returning to her home upon the Blue Star, kissing the world goodbye as she left, leaving her people with yet another gift. They were given the gift of ultimate prosperity and a bright future, promising to return every so often to see how her children were fairing without her. Her promise was well known by every inhabitant of Lunar; no matter how young or old a person was, the story of Althena's imminent return was passed from mouth to mouth faster than any wildfire could have spread.
Many of the Lunarians who heard of the story chuckled softly at the mention of Althena's promise, their thoughts darting to their lovers. Everyone knew what Althena had meant when she spoke the words, "My people, I return to that which I love. I will return to you." Althena had been speaking of the man she had known and loved as a child; the only person willing to risk his life to save her own when she lay captive in the clutches of the demon, Ghaleon. She spoke of the most famed and powerful Dragonmaster to have walked the land; more powerful of a Dragonmaster, was her beloved, than his predecessor, Dyne. She spoke of Dragonmaster Alex.
Dragonmaster Alex, though heartbroken, knew his love would keep her promise, and awaiting her return would occupy his mind and keep him from his true task: protecting the Goddess Althena. Even as he wiped the tears from his eyes, he founded the Guards; the elite warriors who were forced to undergo rigorous training in case of danger and a threat to Althena. After founding them, and watching over the first few classes his Guards produced, he retreated to a land far away to await Althena's return, assured his Guards would protect Althena from any danger and squelch possible threats to her before there was a real need. The Guards had no real purpose other than breaking up commonplace squabbles; there had never been a real need for Guards in the first place. No one would attack Althena with a Dragonmaster to protect her. The Guards were respected, but not as much as they had been the first few years after their founding; they were shown the same respect as a Palace Guards, if that. There was no apparent reason for the Guards other than a display of power; they were merely ornaments, something pretty to be looked at.
Alex shook his head, trying to flick the thin locks of brown hair out of his eyes while he allowed Thim's fear to subside. He closed his eyes as he did so, hoping to calm the young man by hiding the flames dancing in his eyes. Alex was in command of Dragonsfire again; the power flowed through him, warming his body in a way he had almost forgotten. He shivered in delight as his body grew hot as molten lava as his Fire induced blood flowed through his body, burning a trail beneath his skin. He was unaware of the look on his face until Thim said something.
"Do you want to be alone?" Alex snapped his eyes open, making sure to quench the fire in them so as not to upset Thim further. "Looks like you're enjoying something by that sickly sweet look on your face, Thayne." Alex laughed gently and placed a hand on Thim's shoulder. Thim looked at it uneasily and his jaw dropped. "Your name's not really Thayne, is it?" Alex shook his head, aggravating arising in him as his brown bangs fell into his line of vision. "Don't tell me your real name, please?" Thim shook his shoulder away from Alex, and his eyes narrowed in a glare. "Tell me everything, just not your name, alright? I wouldn't be able to take it if you were...you know?"
"Alright, Thim." Alex settled himself and folded his arms across his chest. Thim peered at him oddly, and followed his example. "Thim, I'm going to tell you a story about my-a boy named Alex and his past." Alex decided to give Thim one last chance to back away and leave; hopefully protecting him from the danger that would inevitably come if he opened his mouth and launched into the story he had once nearly forgotten. Alex closed his eyes quickly, probing Thim's emotions, breath catching as he felt Thim's Wonder, Amazement, Fear, Assurance, and another which disturbed him. Sadness.
"Do me one favor, though, please?" Alex nodded. "Just look at me from now on. I don't care if you're normal when you do, or you have those...Just look at me. I'll feel less..." his voice trailed off nervously. "Inferior."
Alex opened his eyes in surprise, and nodded, fumbling for words. "You're not inferior, Thim. Why would you say something like that?"
Thim looked at him, eyes open wide with surprise, jaw between his knees. "How could you ask that? Isn't it obvious? You're A-"
"No, that's not fair, Thim. If you can't say that name, neither can I." He held his hand out, making sure his eyes never left Thim's. "Tell you what, you don't mention that name and I won't either, alright?" Thim grabbed his hand and the shook twice firmly before breaking apart, leaving the younger of the two men staring at his hand in awe. "I'm just another man like you, Thim. Don't make me out to be more than that." Thim eyed him suspiciously, eyes never leaving his hand.
Alex sighed and wiped his forehead clean of sweat with the back of his hand, trying to find out the best way to begin his story. He would begin where the best of stories began: The beginning.
He blinked, filling his eyes with fire once more, and they flared up to emphasize his words. "Once there was a boy named Alex..."
