Prophecy:
Prologue
Disclaimer: I do not own Lod. I do, however, own the new dragoons and all other characters not seen in the game. If I did own Lod, I would be making a sequel or prequel to the original, instead of writing this fic.
A group of priestesses bowed in front of a great pedestal, chanting in a language known only to those of their lineage. The leader walked up to the pedestal, now spewing bluish-black smoke, opened a book of black magic and recited the words written in it's accursed pages.
"Bringer of Suffering,
Bringer of Death,
Come before us now,
And bring us the End!"
He took a long blade and sliced his hand along the palm, "With my blood, you will pass from the place of darkness to our world, and breed chaos and destruction where ever you go!" With a grimace of pain, he wiped his hand on the pedestal. The smear grew brighter and brighter, until the whole thing was glowing.
The leader backed off, an insane smile on his face, until the pedestal exploded. Bluish-black smoke filled the room, choking the priestesses and their leader in the suffocating haze. All the torches went out, except for a glow coming from the place where the pedestal had been. A priestess screamed, and all was silent.
Outside, the full moons shined, the animals were quiet, as if knowing what evil had happened, and in Fletz, a young girl woke up screaming.
Author's note: Yeah, it's short! So sue me! It's really late at night and I'm tired. But don't worry, I promise the next chapter will be longer. I also promise to explain what this all means. I'll just tell you now: that thing that came out of the pedestal is not a happy camper. Morganna
Prologue
Disclaimer: I do not own Lod. I do, however, own the new dragoons and all other characters not seen in the game. If I did own Lod, I would be making a sequel or prequel to the original, instead of writing this fic.
A group of priestesses bowed in front of a great pedestal, chanting in a language known only to those of their lineage. The leader walked up to the pedestal, now spewing bluish-black smoke, opened a book of black magic and recited the words written in it's accursed pages.
"Bringer of Suffering,
Bringer of Death,
Come before us now,
And bring us the End!"
He took a long blade and sliced his hand along the palm, "With my blood, you will pass from the place of darkness to our world, and breed chaos and destruction where ever you go!" With a grimace of pain, he wiped his hand on the pedestal. The smear grew brighter and brighter, until the whole thing was glowing.
The leader backed off, an insane smile on his face, until the pedestal exploded. Bluish-black smoke filled the room, choking the priestesses and their leader in the suffocating haze. All the torches went out, except for a glow coming from the place where the pedestal had been. A priestess screamed, and all was silent.
Outside, the full moons shined, the animals were quiet, as if knowing what evil had happened, and in Fletz, a young girl woke up screaming.
Author's note: Yeah, it's short! So sue me! It's really late at night and I'm tired. But don't worry, I promise the next chapter will be longer. I also promise to explain what this all means. I'll just tell you now: that thing that came out of the pedestal is not a happy camper. Morganna