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Chapter 4
A week had passed sense Dart had fought with himself in the grove, and had killed Rose. The thoughts of Rose still haunted him, and her dragoon spirit was still restless. Every night as he lay down to sleep, Dart placed the dragoon spirits of his friends in front of him, to see how happy they were. Maybe he should join them in his own small sphere. No. He dismissed the thought immediately, Shana was still being held by that man who called himself Dart and Soa. That was the only thing that kept him going, Shana was the only reason he had to live now.
That night Dart slept on a small hill in the woods, a couple of feet away from him was the desert he had to cross to get to the fallen moon. It was a two day walk, and Dart began to pack water from a nearby stream.
In the morning he was off. It was hot, and thought the walking wasn't hard, it seemed to take forever for the day to end. The second day came, Dart had gotten very little sleep last night, and was tripping over his own feet with exhaustion. The moon seemed very far away, though Dart knew it was only a few hours walk. Mirages of water kept distracting him in all directions. Dart placed his hands to his eyes, trying to blot out the visions. But, now he saw dark shadows moving towards him. He dismissed them as tricks of the heat on his eyes. until they decided to step on him. Dart barely was able to roll away from the virage that tried to squish him under it's foot, two more decided to join the first in the attempt to kill him. Dart's senses were thrown into a full hyper-sense of battle, and he reached for his dragoon spirit. He felt his fist close over the familiar orb that hadn't been used in ten years and he raised it over his head to activate the power. The bliss of flight that the dragoon armor provided was welcomed. "Ha, three virages, simple odds." He said to himself. "Let us see how this goes. Divine Dragon Ball!" he yelled. but. nothing happened. "Wha. what happened!?" Dart asked to no one but himself. He raised his hands in frustration. "Wait" he thought to himself ". why am I holding a bow!?" Then it dawned on him and he looked down at his body. This wasn't his Divine Dragoon armor! This was Miranda's silver armor! "Oh, CRAP!" He looked up too late; a virage slammed its fist into Dart, knocking him out of the air. "I can't fight like this!" Desperately he drew an arrow from the quiver and let it loose from the bow. The small projectile whizzed harmlessly past a virage's head. Quickly he flew away from the virages; he had to get his own dragoon spirit! He landed and deactivated the Silver Dragoon Spirit. Rummaging around the bag, he saw his spirit near the bottom; he looked up to see the virages closing in fast. Grabbing a sphere he activated the power and hoped it was the right one. it wasn't. He was in red now. "Well, at least I know how to use the spells, and I have my sword back." He thought to himself.
"Final Burst!" he cried. The spell was executed, and a virage was split down the middle, letting out an unearthly cry as it died. Dart posed his sword and all out attacked the second virage. Not all of his blows landed exactly where he wanted them, but they literally disarmed the virage. Dart turned to face the third virage, but was slightly too late, the virage deftly plucked Dart out of the air and thru him to the ground. Pain shot through his body and the wings from his armor snapped beneath the force of weight. Dart tried to pull himself together, but the virage didn't let up on its beating, its fist came down and drove Dart into the sand. Only the dragoon armor had saved him. The virage picked him from the ground and thru him as far as the creature could. Once again the dragoon armor preserved his life. Dart pulled his self composure and stood up, this was his chance. He deactivated the Red Dragoon Spirit and carefully picked his own out of his bag and put it to use. Now Dart had the unfair advantage, and the virage knew it. It started to fly back to the moon, presumably to bring reinforcements. Dart didn't give it a chance.
"Divine Dragon Canon!" the spell activated and overtook the fleeing virage, leaving a charred object to fall lifelessly to the earth.
The virages were dead, Dart was slightly bruised, but otherwise still in one piece, so with as much haste he could manage to prompt from his dragoon armor, he flew towards the settled moon.
Chapter 4
A week had passed sense Dart had fought with himself in the grove, and had killed Rose. The thoughts of Rose still haunted him, and her dragoon spirit was still restless. Every night as he lay down to sleep, Dart placed the dragoon spirits of his friends in front of him, to see how happy they were. Maybe he should join them in his own small sphere. No. He dismissed the thought immediately, Shana was still being held by that man who called himself Dart and Soa. That was the only thing that kept him going, Shana was the only reason he had to live now.
That night Dart slept on a small hill in the woods, a couple of feet away from him was the desert he had to cross to get to the fallen moon. It was a two day walk, and Dart began to pack water from a nearby stream.
In the morning he was off. It was hot, and thought the walking wasn't hard, it seemed to take forever for the day to end. The second day came, Dart had gotten very little sleep last night, and was tripping over his own feet with exhaustion. The moon seemed very far away, though Dart knew it was only a few hours walk. Mirages of water kept distracting him in all directions. Dart placed his hands to his eyes, trying to blot out the visions. But, now he saw dark shadows moving towards him. He dismissed them as tricks of the heat on his eyes. until they decided to step on him. Dart barely was able to roll away from the virage that tried to squish him under it's foot, two more decided to join the first in the attempt to kill him. Dart's senses were thrown into a full hyper-sense of battle, and he reached for his dragoon spirit. He felt his fist close over the familiar orb that hadn't been used in ten years and he raised it over his head to activate the power. The bliss of flight that the dragoon armor provided was welcomed. "Ha, three virages, simple odds." He said to himself. "Let us see how this goes. Divine Dragon Ball!" he yelled. but. nothing happened. "Wha. what happened!?" Dart asked to no one but himself. He raised his hands in frustration. "Wait" he thought to himself ". why am I holding a bow!?" Then it dawned on him and he looked down at his body. This wasn't his Divine Dragoon armor! This was Miranda's silver armor! "Oh, CRAP!" He looked up too late; a virage slammed its fist into Dart, knocking him out of the air. "I can't fight like this!" Desperately he drew an arrow from the quiver and let it loose from the bow. The small projectile whizzed harmlessly past a virage's head. Quickly he flew away from the virages; he had to get his own dragoon spirit! He landed and deactivated the Silver Dragoon Spirit. Rummaging around the bag, he saw his spirit near the bottom; he looked up to see the virages closing in fast. Grabbing a sphere he activated the power and hoped it was the right one. it wasn't. He was in red now. "Well, at least I know how to use the spells, and I have my sword back." He thought to himself.
"Final Burst!" he cried. The spell was executed, and a virage was split down the middle, letting out an unearthly cry as it died. Dart posed his sword and all out attacked the second virage. Not all of his blows landed exactly where he wanted them, but they literally disarmed the virage. Dart turned to face the third virage, but was slightly too late, the virage deftly plucked Dart out of the air and thru him to the ground. Pain shot through his body and the wings from his armor snapped beneath the force of weight. Dart tried to pull himself together, but the virage didn't let up on its beating, its fist came down and drove Dart into the sand. Only the dragoon armor had saved him. The virage picked him from the ground and thru him as far as the creature could. Once again the dragoon armor preserved his life. Dart pulled his self composure and stood up, this was his chance. He deactivated the Red Dragoon Spirit and carefully picked his own out of his bag and put it to use. Now Dart had the unfair advantage, and the virage knew it. It started to fly back to the moon, presumably to bring reinforcements. Dart didn't give it a chance.
"Divine Dragon Canon!" the spell activated and overtook the fleeing virage, leaving a charred object to fall lifelessly to the earth.
The virages were dead, Dart was slightly bruised, but otherwise still in one piece, so with as much haste he could manage to prompt from his dragoon armor, he flew towards the settled moon.