Title: Sunrise
Author: Cleo Jane (Larmia)
Fandom: Dynasty Warriors 4
Author Comments: This is a romantic YAOI fan fiction story that follows the plot of DW4 rather loosely. The events here never ever took place in the game but since its my story, I'll make it so! Heh, anyways please enjoy and comment. And if you have a few hints on how to make the story better, I am always willing to listen.
Forgive me if there is any spelling mistakes, I haven't written a fandom in while. Thank you for reading!
Prologue
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Peaceful.
Such a serene evening.
Filled with glistening stars.
And a shimmering moon.
How such serenity is taken for granted.
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As the stars shone so brightly within the blacken night sky, the shadowy figure of a lone man could be seen within the massive meadow. Despite the darkness the night brought, the shining moon enhanced the brilliance of the land with its loving rays. The silence of the jealous rolling clouds crept over the skies covering some of the moon's magnificence. The slight buzzing of the fireflies that loomed over the grass added an even more soothing effect for such a peaceful night. Their lime green glow could be seen for miles as they rivaled for the same attention as the shinning stars above.
Such a beautiful night was almost unheard of since the times of War and Despair began to over take the country. It was uncommon to see lovely meadows like these, covered with the blood of countless soldiers. And it was practically normal to see broken spears and swords lie upon the land next to their decapitated owners. With such a brutal new age of malicious warlords and faithless peasants, this once wonderful land was nothing more than a steep road to hell. So such peaceful nights like these should be enjoyed and memorized, for these years of bloodshed do not seem to end.
"The land suffers greatly, more than ever." The thoughts of the soft- spoken strategist rang through the mind of the mighty Zhao Yun as his dark brown eyes stared up at the heavenly sky. This young warrior was more than glad for this opportunity to gather his thoughts in silence without the chaos of battle. It was rare that he could just lower his heavily decorated spear upon the grass and just sit back to stare at the mesmerizing stars like a child would.
As of lately, all of his thoughts would always be based upon the calm Prime Minister of Shu. Zhao Yun found that man to be a highly interesting and intelligent young man. Zhuge Liang was just as mesmerizing as the stars to him, if not more so. Just like the stars, the strategist had an elegant glow of his own. At times, the man would seem to sparkle almost as he watched him intently during a battle. Zhuge Liang's intelligence was the source of his fantastic glow. Such a man able to pull a few thousand men from the brink of utter death and defeat the vast army of hundred thousand Wei soldiers could surely be equaled to a God. To be able to arrange a strategy from practically thin air that actually worked is what made Zhuge Liang so special. His vast wisdom and knowledge was unheard of and second to none. This is the reason why there was such a wonderful and warm aura coming from such a divine man.
Zhao Yun had to admit; he was drawn to this strong light that just seem to engulf the soft-spoken strategist. There was just a quality about Zhuge Liang that he admired greatly. He loved his wisdom and respected his words but he also found himself drawn to those pale lips of the Prime Minister. There were many incidents when the warrior found himself almost begging to kiss those lips, many incidents that would earn him a peculiar glare from the fragile strategist. But despite such strong emotions that stirred deep within his heart, the warrior knew he could never act on them. So in fantasy.he would dream of kissing that beautiful man, running his fingers down the soft auburn locks and having his way with him in the most unlikely ways.
But of course, Zhao Yun's fantasies were not enough for him. He yearned to caress the soft and pale skin that belonged to his love interest. He yearned to finally actually kiss those lips and pull those sterling white and evergreen robes from the slender man's body. The warrior wanted strategist so badly, but yet he could not have him. The thought of never having a chance to pleasure the gentle Zhuge Liang, brought a sharp ache within Zhao Yun's soul and almost a tear to his eyes.
As the darkness of the night slowly began to fade away, the warrior gradually risen from his comfortable bed of grass he laid on for hours. He stretched his arms out a bit before he kneeled toward the ground to pick up his prideful "Fierce Dragon" back into his sturdy hands. Once the sun made its majestic entrance, the shimmering stars dimmed and the sparkling moon vanished from the now orange-red skies. Zhao Yun stared up at the sky for a brief moment before he turned his head as he walked back toward the camp.
Chaos.
A new day has risen.
The peaceful reprieve has ended.
The night as been conquered by light.
But the light is shines brightly for no one.
**To be continued.
Author Comments: This is a romantic YAOI fan fiction story that follows the plot of DW4 rather loosely. The events here never ever took place in the game but since its my story, I'll make it so! Heh, anyways please enjoy and comment. And if you have a few hints on how to make the story better, I am always willing to listen.
Forgive me if there is any spelling mistakes, I haven't written a fandom in while. Thank you for reading!
Prologue
-------------------------------------
Peaceful.
Such a serene evening.
Filled with glistening stars.
And a shimmering moon.
How such serenity is taken for granted.
-------------------------------------
As the stars shone so brightly within the blacken night sky, the shadowy figure of a lone man could be seen within the massive meadow. Despite the darkness the night brought, the shining moon enhanced the brilliance of the land with its loving rays. The silence of the jealous rolling clouds crept over the skies covering some of the moon's magnificence. The slight buzzing of the fireflies that loomed over the grass added an even more soothing effect for such a peaceful night. Their lime green glow could be seen for miles as they rivaled for the same attention as the shinning stars above.
Such a beautiful night was almost unheard of since the times of War and Despair began to over take the country. It was uncommon to see lovely meadows like these, covered with the blood of countless soldiers. And it was practically normal to see broken spears and swords lie upon the land next to their decapitated owners. With such a brutal new age of malicious warlords and faithless peasants, this once wonderful land was nothing more than a steep road to hell. So such peaceful nights like these should be enjoyed and memorized, for these years of bloodshed do not seem to end.
"The land suffers greatly, more than ever." The thoughts of the soft- spoken strategist rang through the mind of the mighty Zhao Yun as his dark brown eyes stared up at the heavenly sky. This young warrior was more than glad for this opportunity to gather his thoughts in silence without the chaos of battle. It was rare that he could just lower his heavily decorated spear upon the grass and just sit back to stare at the mesmerizing stars like a child would.
As of lately, all of his thoughts would always be based upon the calm Prime Minister of Shu. Zhao Yun found that man to be a highly interesting and intelligent young man. Zhuge Liang was just as mesmerizing as the stars to him, if not more so. Just like the stars, the strategist had an elegant glow of his own. At times, the man would seem to sparkle almost as he watched him intently during a battle. Zhuge Liang's intelligence was the source of his fantastic glow. Such a man able to pull a few thousand men from the brink of utter death and defeat the vast army of hundred thousand Wei soldiers could surely be equaled to a God. To be able to arrange a strategy from practically thin air that actually worked is what made Zhuge Liang so special. His vast wisdom and knowledge was unheard of and second to none. This is the reason why there was such a wonderful and warm aura coming from such a divine man.
Zhao Yun had to admit; he was drawn to this strong light that just seem to engulf the soft-spoken strategist. There was just a quality about Zhuge Liang that he admired greatly. He loved his wisdom and respected his words but he also found himself drawn to those pale lips of the Prime Minister. There were many incidents when the warrior found himself almost begging to kiss those lips, many incidents that would earn him a peculiar glare from the fragile strategist. But despite such strong emotions that stirred deep within his heart, the warrior knew he could never act on them. So in fantasy.he would dream of kissing that beautiful man, running his fingers down the soft auburn locks and having his way with him in the most unlikely ways.
But of course, Zhao Yun's fantasies were not enough for him. He yearned to caress the soft and pale skin that belonged to his love interest. He yearned to finally actually kiss those lips and pull those sterling white and evergreen robes from the slender man's body. The warrior wanted strategist so badly, but yet he could not have him. The thought of never having a chance to pleasure the gentle Zhuge Liang, brought a sharp ache within Zhao Yun's soul and almost a tear to his eyes.
As the darkness of the night slowly began to fade away, the warrior gradually risen from his comfortable bed of grass he laid on for hours. He stretched his arms out a bit before he kneeled toward the ground to pick up his prideful "Fierce Dragon" back into his sturdy hands. Once the sun made its majestic entrance, the shimmering stars dimmed and the sparkling moon vanished from the now orange-red skies. Zhao Yun stared up at the sky for a brief moment before he turned his head as he walked back toward the camp.
Chaos.
A new day has risen.
The peaceful reprieve has ended.
The night as been conquered by light.
But the light is shines brightly for no one.
**To be continued.