Prologue
"How are they doing?" The man asked indicating to the large glass chambers that contained figures silhouetted by a neon-green fluid.
"All vital signs are stable, and they are fully rehabilitated."
"Excellent." The dark man sneered, "When can we begin our operation?" he said while fingering his moustache.
"Soon my lord."
The man glanced around him. Glass chambers lined the wall, they contained his future goal and dream. Without them nothing could be possible. For many long months he had waited, had prepared for this moment.
Isaac Dornkirk was a failure to him, but the man was old and he would have died sooner or later. However this was a minor set back. Altering fate was not meant to be, conversely control of Gaea was just within his grasp.
He had salvaged the bodies of the fallen Dragonslayers and had preserved them, he had also retrieved the bodies of Lord Folken, and the two cheetah soldiers under his command.
Long had he waited, painstakingly caring for them, while their bodies repaired themselves. Soon they were to be reborn.
Turning to the servant behind him the man asked, "When will the capture of Celena Shezar commence?"
"It occurs as we speak milord." The servant replied.
"Prepare for her arrival, we want our dear Lord Dilandau back as soon as possible."
"The operation room is ready and I will send for accommodations."
"Good and I want you to start resurrecting our good soldiers as soon as possible."
"Your wish is my command." The servant said humbly, while bowing for his master before hurriedly exiting the room.
Within minuets a hydraulic hiss was heard as the lids lifted from the chambers. Slowly the green fluid drained away leaving about a foot of air from the lip to the liquid
The servant re-entered with a teenage girl, possibly no more than sixteen.
"Ah, Miss Shezar." The man said to her, "How nice it is to see you again."
The girl's face remained expressionless.
"Oh, but do forgive me, your journey must have been rough. Please follow this escort so you may change into something a bit more suitable for the occasion."
The escort appeared at her side carrying a uniform with blood-red armor. Celena's eyes widened as she realized what she was here for. Silently she followed the escort to a room where she switched her dress for the uniform.
Coming back into the original chamber a bright light flashed, temporarily blinding her. Then all was still.
Slowly the figures in the tanks swam to the surface and breathed their first breath of air. One by one they lifted themselves out of the glass tanks and fell to the floor, gasping.
Celena's reality was fading, giving way to a new one, a darker one. This new one recognized the limp figures on the ground. Gatti, Chesta, Dallet. Farther over the new mind saw Guimel, Viole, and even Miguel. This new reality became stronger, for he was no longer alone. Never alone. Suddenly the transformation was complete. Celena was no more, in her place stood the Diabolical Adonis. The famed, and feared Dilandau Albatou himself.
He flexed his hand testing his responses, itching for destruction, thirsting for blood.
All the while a screen turned on, showing a distorted image of Lord Dornkirk. The newly reborn turned to face their leader with various mumbles of "Milord, and Lord Dornkirk."
"Yes it is I. However, it is not me. Should you be viewing this, then I am dead. In my place Lord Danik shall serve until my true heir is found and ready to receive the throne. To help him along I left a series of instructions for regeneration. Your bodies should as of this point contain no flaws. Serve Zaibach well." The screen flickered and died.
Lord Folken glanced at his right arm, indeed it was whole. He looked about the room, and noticed that the others were unscathed in every physical aspect possible.
Finally their new leader spoke, emerging from the shadows. "You have been asleep for a year and ten months. Although technically you have been dead, your bodies survived. Your soul was gone for your bodies were too damaged to contain it. As soon as your bodies were fit to hold your essence once again it was done, resurrecting you. As you may have guessed I am your new leader, Lord Ian Danik. Temporary ruler of the Zaibach Empire!"
~~~~~*****~~~~~
In three corners of the mystic moon, three girls awoke. All had the same terrible dream, or was it a vision? And all were linked by an uncertain future.
Three uncertain destinies
Come from a world apart.
The first summoned by a fallen leader
The other's by a dragon's keeper.
They will obtain positions of nobility and power. The first shall rule the land of the fallen foreign leader.
The second shall command the land of the dragons
And the third shall awaken a forgotten relic and a forgotten country with it's power.
When the sky is aglow with falling stars an ancient power will be invoked,
And will either become Gaea's salvation, or annihilation.
"Oh, Van." Hitomi whispered. She knew she had to go back, once more Gaea depended on her.
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"How are they doing?" The man asked indicating to the large glass chambers that contained figures silhouetted by a neon-green fluid.
"All vital signs are stable, and they are fully rehabilitated."
"Excellent." The dark man sneered, "When can we begin our operation?" he said while fingering his moustache.
"Soon my lord."
The man glanced around him. Glass chambers lined the wall, they contained his future goal and dream. Without them nothing could be possible. For many long months he had waited, had prepared for this moment.
Isaac Dornkirk was a failure to him, but the man was old and he would have died sooner or later. However this was a minor set back. Altering fate was not meant to be, conversely control of Gaea was just within his grasp.
He had salvaged the bodies of the fallen Dragonslayers and had preserved them, he had also retrieved the bodies of Lord Folken, and the two cheetah soldiers under his command.
Long had he waited, painstakingly caring for them, while their bodies repaired themselves. Soon they were to be reborn.
Turning to the servant behind him the man asked, "When will the capture of Celena Shezar commence?"
"It occurs as we speak milord." The servant replied.
"Prepare for her arrival, we want our dear Lord Dilandau back as soon as possible."
"The operation room is ready and I will send for accommodations."
"Good and I want you to start resurrecting our good soldiers as soon as possible."
"Your wish is my command." The servant said humbly, while bowing for his master before hurriedly exiting the room.
Within minuets a hydraulic hiss was heard as the lids lifted from the chambers. Slowly the green fluid drained away leaving about a foot of air from the lip to the liquid
The servant re-entered with a teenage girl, possibly no more than sixteen.
"Ah, Miss Shezar." The man said to her, "How nice it is to see you again."
The girl's face remained expressionless.
"Oh, but do forgive me, your journey must have been rough. Please follow this escort so you may change into something a bit more suitable for the occasion."
The escort appeared at her side carrying a uniform with blood-red armor. Celena's eyes widened as she realized what she was here for. Silently she followed the escort to a room where she switched her dress for the uniform.
Coming back into the original chamber a bright light flashed, temporarily blinding her. Then all was still.
Slowly the figures in the tanks swam to the surface and breathed their first breath of air. One by one they lifted themselves out of the glass tanks and fell to the floor, gasping.
Celena's reality was fading, giving way to a new one, a darker one. This new one recognized the limp figures on the ground. Gatti, Chesta, Dallet. Farther over the new mind saw Guimel, Viole, and even Miguel. This new reality became stronger, for he was no longer alone. Never alone. Suddenly the transformation was complete. Celena was no more, in her place stood the Diabolical Adonis. The famed, and feared Dilandau Albatou himself.
He flexed his hand testing his responses, itching for destruction, thirsting for blood.
All the while a screen turned on, showing a distorted image of Lord Dornkirk. The newly reborn turned to face their leader with various mumbles of "Milord, and Lord Dornkirk."
"Yes it is I. However, it is not me. Should you be viewing this, then I am dead. In my place Lord Danik shall serve until my true heir is found and ready to receive the throne. To help him along I left a series of instructions for regeneration. Your bodies should as of this point contain no flaws. Serve Zaibach well." The screen flickered and died.
Lord Folken glanced at his right arm, indeed it was whole. He looked about the room, and noticed that the others were unscathed in every physical aspect possible.
Finally their new leader spoke, emerging from the shadows. "You have been asleep for a year and ten months. Although technically you have been dead, your bodies survived. Your soul was gone for your bodies were too damaged to contain it. As soon as your bodies were fit to hold your essence once again it was done, resurrecting you. As you may have guessed I am your new leader, Lord Ian Danik. Temporary ruler of the Zaibach Empire!"
~~~~~*****~~~~~
In three corners of the mystic moon, three girls awoke. All had the same terrible dream, or was it a vision? And all were linked by an uncertain future.
Three uncertain destinies
Come from a world apart.
The first summoned by a fallen leader
The other's by a dragon's keeper.
They will obtain positions of nobility and power. The first shall rule the land of the fallen foreign leader.
The second shall command the land of the dragons
And the third shall awaken a forgotten relic and a forgotten country with it's power.
When the sky is aglow with falling stars an ancient power will be invoked,
And will either become Gaea's salvation, or annihilation.
"Oh, Van." Hitomi whispered. She knew she had to go back, once more Gaea depended on her.
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3