The Legend of the Neophalie
Copyright- Copyright- Dragonabll Z and its characters in no way at all belong to me in any sence of the word. Suiceene and most of the characters in this are mine though and can only be used in others works if I am asked first.
The story is a prequal of such to "The Androids Perspective" following my character. But as it is a prequal it can be read on its own. In fact it might be a bit of spoiler to the end of this story. Anyway I hope you enjoy it.
Lightning sparked through the dark sky of Vegeta, lighting the dark countryside for a brief few seconds. In that split second Thyloch noticed two things. One was the sight of a ship shoot up into the air, the royal symbol emblazoned along the side of the ship. The other was a rough staircase hewn out of the rock, disappearing deep underground. He hurried over to the step, his ceremonial clothes flapping around his thin frame. He had never been a warrior, a rarity among the Sayains, preferring a life of books and magic to that of bloodshed. Pausing for a second to catch his breath at the top of the steps, he stared down into the darkness which hid all but the first few steps. Once past those he should find what he was looking for, should discover his destiny… Muttering a few words under his breath he hurried downwards, the steps now revealed to his eyes in a murky green. He had to be quick, sooner or later the warriors would reach Freesia's ship. He struck his knee against a rock and for a second pain coursed through his body. Muttering another spell to delay the pain he hurried on. The stairs had led into a vast open cavern, a ledge running round the side of the rough circle, sloping downward. After a minute of jogging his legs gave out and he was forced to walk, casting hurried glances toward the floor of the cavern. His heart beat expectantly in his chest, only a little bit longer. This had to be the right place, he didn't have enough time to try anywhere else…. There, a spark of light glinting out of the shadow. Something was down here! And after another couple of steps Thyloch was aware of all of it. Pile after pile of books, thrown haphazardly all over the floor of the cavern. Some were cover-less, leaking pages out into the dusty floor. All were old and looked in bad repair. There were also venerable looking old chests and artefacts scattered around the floor. Thyloch felt anger raise up inside him at the desecration that he was now witness to. Once these were the books of the royal mages. Once, long ago, when magic was still respected by the Sayain people. It had all gone wrong a couple of hundred years before. The Sayain king at that point had been ailing badly and when he suddenly died there had been claims that the mages were connected. A couple of days before there had been freak weather which had destroyed most of the crops on the Eastern side of the planet. The Prince blamed the mages for these as well. The army which had always resented the presence of the mages took it upon themselves to attack the royal library. Pack of savages, anger flared through Thyloch as neared what should have been his since birth. A few mages had managed to escape with some of the most important relics. After hiding the relics they had made the mistake of returning to the city whereupon they were set upon by a gang of soldiers. Only one had survived, and was found a few hours later by other mages close to death. He had only managed to gasp out "Mountains" before slipping into death The royal guard had stepped in and had saved a few mages from death. They were allowed to continue on in their place, the army and the King deciding they were now too weak to be a threat, with all their library destroyed. And now he had finally found them, found what some had spent all their lives looking for. It was ironic though, he was going to have to leave most of them behind. It was the fault of soldiers again. Their precious pride couldn't take royal prince being taken by Freesia. And so they were mounting an attack on his ship which was presently in orbit around Vegeta. Thyloch was no warrior but from what he had heard about Freesia the king didn't stand a chance. He didn't know what was in store for Vegeta after the Kings mad assault but he knew he didn't want to be there when Freesia came for retribution. So he knew that he should really be leaving the planet now but he couldn't leave before one last stab at finding the lost treasures. Especially because of that rather pointed dream he had the previous night, directing him to this place. He didn't know what mysterious forces were at work with him but he didn't care. All he wanted was to save his skin. And to guarantee his safety, he needed one book. The book of the Neophalie.
The air seemed to quiver and then became translucent. Black started to spiral into the air spreading through it as if like liquid. Finally a black shadow remained. It resembled smoke, if smoke could be concentrated into a constant shape. Slowly it glided forward taking no notice as it glided through rock formations, its eyes fixed on the moving figure before it, scrambling from pile to pile, lifting and reading different books before flinging them down again. As it started to close with him, a ghostly claw seemed reached forward. Thyloch stopped, suddenly feeling the temperature suddenly drop. He turned and just managed to step back as the apparition seemed to shoot forward. He stepped back suddenly and fell over an old chest, the black smoke creature swooping over his head. He turned and rose as quickly as he could, heart beating rapidly as he faced the creature. It turned and made for him again but this time he was able to raise a hand to draw a symbol in the air. The creature seemed to strike into something. It seemed to flatten itself against the air before slowly drifting back. Thyloch eyed the being speculatively. After the first shock he had noticed the bright red tinge to the being in his mage-sight. It was obviously a being of magic left to guard the artefacts. He could deal with it easily. Raising his right hand he traced the wind symbol in the air. Enough books had been salvaged from the library and basic knowledge passed down meant that he had moderate level of magic, enough to call on some of the powers of the elements. Turning my hand around he concentrated on it pouring his magic into my hand. As it started to shake Thyloch turned his hand to point at the thing. As he diffused the shield around it shot toward me again. Waiting till the last moment he punched his hand forward sending his magic crashing into it. The smoke split suddenly before disappearing. He smiled for a second before suddenly remembering that he had a strict time limit. This time instead of heading for the piles of books he went towards a chest he had just noticed with a strange symbol on it. As Thyloch opened it he was disappointed to find nothing. He raised his fist in anger before suddenly spotting a smaller chest beside it. It looked quite ordinary looking and he wouldn't have looked at it except that he happened to be there. He was completely unprepared for what he saw inside. There was a large book coated in a strange black material with the symbol of the Neophalie's etched deep into it. Beside the book lay a ceremonial athane (dagger) and a large staff. Thyloch was paralysed for a second, the concentration of magic from these three objects was like a jolt of life to him, such power did he feel from them. Shaking himself from his reverie he lifted four or five books at random, jammed them into the chest and moved toward the ledge. All this he did in a daze. It was quite one thing thinking and planning to do it and quite another for him to suddenly find himself doing it. With this chest he would rule the Universe! Or at least a large section of it. There would be no more bowing and serving to the king and his thugs. He would be the ruler, not only of his race but of so many other's as well! With the weapon he now held he would be unstoppable! His joyous feelings subsided slightly as he noticed his mage slight start to flicker and he started to feel light-headed. His magic supply had started to dwindle. He cursed himself for using too much earlier. As he stumbled forward he saw a flight of roughly hewn steps before him and with relief he started to climb upwards towards the light he could see ahead. As he stumbled out his eyes were drawn to the thousands of Sayain warriors high up in the sky. Turning away from them he raised a shaking arm into the air. One last bit of magic, just a little bit, he thought as he traced another symbol in the air. Red light started to spew out from it as he fell back. He watched from his seat of stone as the light started to flash. After a few seconds a ship rose from the large cluster of high buildings which marked the royal palace and its grounds. He had told them to be waiting for him. After a couple of minutes his ship stopped in the air above him. It was reasonably large, quite an old model though. It was meant for transporting minerals rather than people but it was the only thing his underlings could get their hands on. Concentrating Thyloch focused his little used Ki. Slowly clutching the chest to his chest he rose to the opening high above. As he neared, his heart beating and out of breath from both the use of magic and Ki, arms reached out and helped him in. His underlings helped guide him to the only comfortable chair inside. From that vantage point he was able to watch from a large window as they curved round the planet before shooting out, on the far side of the planet out of sight of Freesia's ship. He felt his stomach lurch as he watched the land disappear so quickly below him. This was the first time he had ever left his home planet. As he watched strange orange cracks seemed to spread along it. He leaned closer to the window drawing back as it suddenly exploded. Their ship suddenly started to jerk and roll and the lights all went out. He slowly pulled up to the window to see large pieces of land shoot past the ship. He couldn't believe it. It was all gone, all he had ever known, all he had ever seen. There was no going back now, he could never make his glorious return. He could never rule over Vegeta. He then suddenly realised something else. This ship contained the last of Sayain race, there was no one other than them left. He clenched his fist and began to punch the side of the seat. He would have his revenge on Freesia!
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Copyright- Copyright- Dragonabll Z and its characters in no way at all belong to me in any sence of the word. Suiceene and most of the characters in this are mine though and can only be used in others works if I am asked first.
The story is a prequal of such to "The Androids Perspective" following my character. But as it is a prequal it can be read on its own. In fact it might be a bit of spoiler to the end of this story. Anyway I hope you enjoy it.
Lightning sparked through the dark sky of Vegeta, lighting the dark countryside for a brief few seconds. In that split second Thyloch noticed two things. One was the sight of a ship shoot up into the air, the royal symbol emblazoned along the side of the ship. The other was a rough staircase hewn out of the rock, disappearing deep underground. He hurried over to the step, his ceremonial clothes flapping around his thin frame. He had never been a warrior, a rarity among the Sayains, preferring a life of books and magic to that of bloodshed. Pausing for a second to catch his breath at the top of the steps, he stared down into the darkness which hid all but the first few steps. Once past those he should find what he was looking for, should discover his destiny… Muttering a few words under his breath he hurried downwards, the steps now revealed to his eyes in a murky green. He had to be quick, sooner or later the warriors would reach Freesia's ship. He struck his knee against a rock and for a second pain coursed through his body. Muttering another spell to delay the pain he hurried on. The stairs had led into a vast open cavern, a ledge running round the side of the rough circle, sloping downward. After a minute of jogging his legs gave out and he was forced to walk, casting hurried glances toward the floor of the cavern. His heart beat expectantly in his chest, only a little bit longer. This had to be the right place, he didn't have enough time to try anywhere else…. There, a spark of light glinting out of the shadow. Something was down here! And after another couple of steps Thyloch was aware of all of it. Pile after pile of books, thrown haphazardly all over the floor of the cavern. Some were cover-less, leaking pages out into the dusty floor. All were old and looked in bad repair. There were also venerable looking old chests and artefacts scattered around the floor. Thyloch felt anger raise up inside him at the desecration that he was now witness to. Once these were the books of the royal mages. Once, long ago, when magic was still respected by the Sayain people. It had all gone wrong a couple of hundred years before. The Sayain king at that point had been ailing badly and when he suddenly died there had been claims that the mages were connected. A couple of days before there had been freak weather which had destroyed most of the crops on the Eastern side of the planet. The Prince blamed the mages for these as well. The army which had always resented the presence of the mages took it upon themselves to attack the royal library. Pack of savages, anger flared through Thyloch as neared what should have been his since birth. A few mages had managed to escape with some of the most important relics. After hiding the relics they had made the mistake of returning to the city whereupon they were set upon by a gang of soldiers. Only one had survived, and was found a few hours later by other mages close to death. He had only managed to gasp out "Mountains" before slipping into death The royal guard had stepped in and had saved a few mages from death. They were allowed to continue on in their place, the army and the King deciding they were now too weak to be a threat, with all their library destroyed. And now he had finally found them, found what some had spent all their lives looking for. It was ironic though, he was going to have to leave most of them behind. It was the fault of soldiers again. Their precious pride couldn't take royal prince being taken by Freesia. And so they were mounting an attack on his ship which was presently in orbit around Vegeta. Thyloch was no warrior but from what he had heard about Freesia the king didn't stand a chance. He didn't know what was in store for Vegeta after the Kings mad assault but he knew he didn't want to be there when Freesia came for retribution. So he knew that he should really be leaving the planet now but he couldn't leave before one last stab at finding the lost treasures. Especially because of that rather pointed dream he had the previous night, directing him to this place. He didn't know what mysterious forces were at work with him but he didn't care. All he wanted was to save his skin. And to guarantee his safety, he needed one book. The book of the Neophalie.
The air seemed to quiver and then became translucent. Black started to spiral into the air spreading through it as if like liquid. Finally a black shadow remained. It resembled smoke, if smoke could be concentrated into a constant shape. Slowly it glided forward taking no notice as it glided through rock formations, its eyes fixed on the moving figure before it, scrambling from pile to pile, lifting and reading different books before flinging them down again. As it started to close with him, a ghostly claw seemed reached forward. Thyloch stopped, suddenly feeling the temperature suddenly drop. He turned and just managed to step back as the apparition seemed to shoot forward. He stepped back suddenly and fell over an old chest, the black smoke creature swooping over his head. He turned and rose as quickly as he could, heart beating rapidly as he faced the creature. It turned and made for him again but this time he was able to raise a hand to draw a symbol in the air. The creature seemed to strike into something. It seemed to flatten itself against the air before slowly drifting back. Thyloch eyed the being speculatively. After the first shock he had noticed the bright red tinge to the being in his mage-sight. It was obviously a being of magic left to guard the artefacts. He could deal with it easily. Raising his right hand he traced the wind symbol in the air. Enough books had been salvaged from the library and basic knowledge passed down meant that he had moderate level of magic, enough to call on some of the powers of the elements. Turning my hand around he concentrated on it pouring his magic into my hand. As it started to shake Thyloch turned his hand to point at the thing. As he diffused the shield around it shot toward me again. Waiting till the last moment he punched his hand forward sending his magic crashing into it. The smoke split suddenly before disappearing. He smiled for a second before suddenly remembering that he had a strict time limit. This time instead of heading for the piles of books he went towards a chest he had just noticed with a strange symbol on it. As Thyloch opened it he was disappointed to find nothing. He raised his fist in anger before suddenly spotting a smaller chest beside it. It looked quite ordinary looking and he wouldn't have looked at it except that he happened to be there. He was completely unprepared for what he saw inside. There was a large book coated in a strange black material with the symbol of the Neophalie's etched deep into it. Beside the book lay a ceremonial athane (dagger) and a large staff. Thyloch was paralysed for a second, the concentration of magic from these three objects was like a jolt of life to him, such power did he feel from them. Shaking himself from his reverie he lifted four or five books at random, jammed them into the chest and moved toward the ledge. All this he did in a daze. It was quite one thing thinking and planning to do it and quite another for him to suddenly find himself doing it. With this chest he would rule the Universe! Or at least a large section of it. There would be no more bowing and serving to the king and his thugs. He would be the ruler, not only of his race but of so many other's as well! With the weapon he now held he would be unstoppable! His joyous feelings subsided slightly as he noticed his mage slight start to flicker and he started to feel light-headed. His magic supply had started to dwindle. He cursed himself for using too much earlier. As he stumbled forward he saw a flight of roughly hewn steps before him and with relief he started to climb upwards towards the light he could see ahead. As he stumbled out his eyes were drawn to the thousands of Sayain warriors high up in the sky. Turning away from them he raised a shaking arm into the air. One last bit of magic, just a little bit, he thought as he traced another symbol in the air. Red light started to spew out from it as he fell back. He watched from his seat of stone as the light started to flash. After a few seconds a ship rose from the large cluster of high buildings which marked the royal palace and its grounds. He had told them to be waiting for him. After a couple of minutes his ship stopped in the air above him. It was reasonably large, quite an old model though. It was meant for transporting minerals rather than people but it was the only thing his underlings could get their hands on. Concentrating Thyloch focused his little used Ki. Slowly clutching the chest to his chest he rose to the opening high above. As he neared, his heart beating and out of breath from both the use of magic and Ki, arms reached out and helped him in. His underlings helped guide him to the only comfortable chair inside. From that vantage point he was able to watch from a large window as they curved round the planet before shooting out, on the far side of the planet out of sight of Freesia's ship. He felt his stomach lurch as he watched the land disappear so quickly below him. This was the first time he had ever left his home planet. As he watched strange orange cracks seemed to spread along it. He leaned closer to the window drawing back as it suddenly exploded. Their ship suddenly started to jerk and roll and the lights all went out. He slowly pulled up to the window to see large pieces of land shoot past the ship. He couldn't believe it. It was all gone, all he had ever known, all he had ever seen. There was no going back now, he could never make his glorious return. He could never rule over Vegeta. He then suddenly realised something else. This ship contained the last of Sayain race, there was no one other than them left. He clenched his fist and began to punch the side of the seat. He would have his revenge on Freesia!
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