Legend of dragoon: Blood of Dragons
Disclaimer
I do not own lod or its plot or its characters, I'm just putting a twist on it because I feel like it hehe, no harm is ment to LOD.
Chapter 1:Warning signs
"Yes, mother." "I will be right there."
Shana, I have to go in for supper, I... I shouldn't be long."
"Go in? Already? The 13-year-old looked crestfallen.
I smiled at the younger girl, who had a look on her face that said clearly that she'd rather me stay right where I was, but I had been the target of my mothers fury for so often these days that I dared not disobey her. I gave Shana a quick hug, picked up the wooden swords we'd been practicing with, and went inside.
"You are going to help your father clean the stables when you are done, they are a mess." she said, not turning to look at me.
"Yes, ok."
I sat down and gazed absentmindedly out the window where my father was still busy tethering his horses.
He was a big man; with a kind yet seldom smile. His hair was pulled back in the customary pony-tale of all village chieftons, and around his neck he wore several fine beaded necklaces.
I, on the other hand, am short and skinny, with black eyes and brown hair that never seems to stay down in the fassion of all Sellosens who have not achieved much, or are not yet of age.
Selloss, a small, quaint village, is located just east of the western seas, which basicly means we eat a lot of fish.
"I was wondering if i could go out with some friends tomorrow, mother." I started. "We were going to go explore one of the islands to see if it has..."
"You are not going anywhere!" she snapped, turning for the first time to glare at me. "Your father and i have both noticed you spending time with that accursed outsider!" "It'll do you no good!" "You will stay in the village and practice dueling spells with master Roshi tomorrow." "And i expect to hear some improvement, do you understand me?" "No wandering off to explore the sea with your friends tomorrow."
"Yes." i mumbled, gazing down at my knees.
She turned back and continued preparing supper, using spells and her usual methods to prepare food when she was in a very bad mood.
So... that was it. Another boaring day with master Roshi, instructing me to "focus my mind" and "be one with the weapon", i sighed..
I didn't want this. No, i wanted adventure! To ride on the backs of dragons, or to be one of the feared dragons of old. But, no, i'm just a normal Sellossin whose probably only abnormality is his name. I am known as Dart, and it is a strange tale indeed how I was given this name.
You see, my parents before they settled down and had children, or rather, a child, were both accomplished warriors of the Sellossin army, back when dragons and goblins and orcs were a serious threat to Sellosses' existance. In one such assault by the denesins of the outside world, a particularly nasty one, my father was one of the only ones on his side of the battle field left fighting. He and a rather nasty cross between a jaguar and a man were battling, and my father was losing. He finally managed to slay the thing, but in its last moments it gasped:
The threat to life, .. has a threat.
The emperor .. must be warned.
He shall.. he shall be named Daaaah...
And with that, he fell into death.
I guess my parents elaborated on the last gasp and added the stupidest ending to it or something, but that, however, is my name.
My mind wandered from the days events to my growing worry that my parents would stop me from seeing shana altogether.. thinking.. thinking..
They did not like Shana, for many reasons. One was that she was not of our village, and it is a strict belief that children of different villages should not mingle. Another is that they consider her strange, due to the fact that she does not play like normal children do. Instead of tossing balls, playing with toys and such, she prefers to study how light is reflected, or how the moon looks at different times of the month. She is also a magnificent fighter, and spends countless hours with a bow or sword, going over moves master Roshi has taught us in our morning defense classes.
She is tall and slender, with stunning green eyes and a beautiful smile. Her skin is pale but not so pale as to cause her to look sickly, and her hair is the quality of spun gold. She wears plane clothes, mostly the breeches and things the men of our villages wear, which i guess is another thing my parents look down uppon. Despite this, i find her beautiful, and .. i would say i love her, but I guess it has never come to that.
I am not one to hold with morals, but our village strictly forbids children to show any signs of love towards one another in childhood. It is a rule which i hate and lothe, but i obey nonetheless
My father brought me out of my musings with a sharp comment towards me..
Dart!"
"Uh uh huh?"
Giving me an angry look he said, "I would like you to accompany me down to the boarders tomorrow night to look for wandering orcs."
"Orcs?" I sat bolt upright.
The hint of a smile played across the big man's lips.
"Yes, orcs, they are on the move again."
"Will there be many of them? Are they...?
"I did not ask for questions!" Just do as you are told, eat your supper, tomorrow will be an interesting day."
My mother had placed bowls of stew and meat in the middle of the table, i helped myself, ate, and was about to go outside to see if Shana had lingered, when a loud CRACK! broke the peaceful village silence.
My father leapt from his chair. Stay here!
A blow of a horn accompanied the crack five seconds lator. A warcry issued after.
That is an orcish cry! Stay here! There may be many!
My father drew his blade, said, "by the spirit of Kamnora I request fire!", and the blade glowed red hot with translucent flames. He dashed from the house.
I had never seen my father do that before except for a time when he'd slain a small wraith which had come into our village and killed many children before being caught, and seeing this sight made my blood run cold. However, i was exilirated. I drew my own smalled blade, and knowing i would take punishment for it, followed my father.
Dart, stay here! my mother yelled.
Ignoring her, i sprinted to a higher place of our village so i could assess what was happening. Many pigfaced, powerfull-looking orcish soldiers were marching into the village.
They were ugly things to behold, short yet stocky, with large barrle shaped bodies and faces which seemed to always snear. Each orc boar a huge club which had to weigh at least 50 or 60 pounds.
I saw one orc pause, growl something to his friends who went on, and smash in a house with one hard swing of his massive club. He laughed in hideous glee as he pawed his way in.I saw my father, blade drawn, lunging for him . He mearly jestured, and a bolt of lightning came seering from the sky and struck the orc; it sent him flying some fifty feet into the air to collapse onto a hut nearby, outcold.
Another man came running from his house, jestured towards an orc, and his skin began to melt from his body, seconds lator there was simply bone. A sudden breeze blew, and the bones toppled to the ground with a sickening thunk.
Many other men were using spells and there blades on the orcs, but they were putting up a definite fight. Had it been that long for the men of Selloss? That they could not withstand an orcish rading party?
As i watched in amazement, a gang of the brutes beat one man into the ground, literally. One grabbed him by his legs, another by his hair, and another beat him until there was nothing more than a few body parts left and a large hole. Then they came for me, two of them, noticing the loan figure atop the small hill.
I scarcely noticed, the only thing which gave them away was that one grunted to his friend, "ehh, thuh lill one, lez get em, heh heh."
And they were on me. I atempted to use the encantations which my father had taught me to ignite my blade, but i had not enough time. Why didn't i prepare for battle inside?!
Well, when spells are at a loss, the body must suffice. i thought. I swung at the nearest one, who was not at all prepared for resistance. Even so, he ducked out of the way and countered with a devestating strike of his club. I blocked most of the blow and dodged the others club which came dangerously close to my head. I tried a three hit combination which consisted of two high swings across an enemies midriff, then coming up short with a hard cut to the head. It was halfway successfull, but it also costed me dearly. As i came up for the final blow, having given one orc a head wound and a missing noze, thus incompasitating him, the other swung his club hard at me. I tried to duck, but too late. Wham!!! Everything went blurry, i fell, holding my head. Then there was the sound of an arrow flying past, a cry of "Dart!" and i saw a familiar crimson arrow fly inches past my ear to plunge into the orcs chest.
He fell over backwards, his head smashing onn a stone which jutted conveniently up from the ruined club of the other, which my father had used presumably to throw at an orc, but had missed.
Shana drew her bow high to aim at another, but stopped as master Roshi, complete in reptillian scale body armor burst from his house, staff in hand. He took one look at the situation, and a look of pure fury creased his old face.
"Sky flame!" he roared, and a burst of fire so bright i had to shield my eyes came soaring down from the sky and struck every orc down in rapid succession.
We all stood there, in the middle of the carnage, awed at Roshi's rath.
"Everyone to the main hall, he said, walking over to one of the bodies of the orcs and taking something from the forhead i didn't notice.. something shiny.
"these enemies." he said. Once we'd all settled in the hall.
"They were sent.............
I hope you enjoyed the first chap of my first fanfic! Don't worry, much more will come, just giving you a taste of my little twist on the L.O.D. plot hehe. Reviews, be mean or nice. I dont care. Just be honest!
Disclaimer
I do not own lod or its plot or its characters, I'm just putting a twist on it because I feel like it hehe, no harm is ment to LOD.
Chapter 1:Warning signs
"Yes, mother." "I will be right there."
Shana, I have to go in for supper, I... I shouldn't be long."
"Go in? Already? The 13-year-old looked crestfallen.
I smiled at the younger girl, who had a look on her face that said clearly that she'd rather me stay right where I was, but I had been the target of my mothers fury for so often these days that I dared not disobey her. I gave Shana a quick hug, picked up the wooden swords we'd been practicing with, and went inside.
"You are going to help your father clean the stables when you are done, they are a mess." she said, not turning to look at me.
"Yes, ok."
I sat down and gazed absentmindedly out the window where my father was still busy tethering his horses.
He was a big man; with a kind yet seldom smile. His hair was pulled back in the customary pony-tale of all village chieftons, and around his neck he wore several fine beaded necklaces.
I, on the other hand, am short and skinny, with black eyes and brown hair that never seems to stay down in the fassion of all Sellosens who have not achieved much, or are not yet of age.
Selloss, a small, quaint village, is located just east of the western seas, which basicly means we eat a lot of fish.
"I was wondering if i could go out with some friends tomorrow, mother." I started. "We were going to go explore one of the islands to see if it has..."
"You are not going anywhere!" she snapped, turning for the first time to glare at me. "Your father and i have both noticed you spending time with that accursed outsider!" "It'll do you no good!" "You will stay in the village and practice dueling spells with master Roshi tomorrow." "And i expect to hear some improvement, do you understand me?" "No wandering off to explore the sea with your friends tomorrow."
"Yes." i mumbled, gazing down at my knees.
She turned back and continued preparing supper, using spells and her usual methods to prepare food when she was in a very bad mood.
So... that was it. Another boaring day with master Roshi, instructing me to "focus my mind" and "be one with the weapon", i sighed..
I didn't want this. No, i wanted adventure! To ride on the backs of dragons, or to be one of the feared dragons of old. But, no, i'm just a normal Sellossin whose probably only abnormality is his name. I am known as Dart, and it is a strange tale indeed how I was given this name.
You see, my parents before they settled down and had children, or rather, a child, were both accomplished warriors of the Sellossin army, back when dragons and goblins and orcs were a serious threat to Sellosses' existance. In one such assault by the denesins of the outside world, a particularly nasty one, my father was one of the only ones on his side of the battle field left fighting. He and a rather nasty cross between a jaguar and a man were battling, and my father was losing. He finally managed to slay the thing, but in its last moments it gasped:
The threat to life, .. has a threat.
The emperor .. must be warned.
He shall.. he shall be named Daaaah...
And with that, he fell into death.
I guess my parents elaborated on the last gasp and added the stupidest ending to it or something, but that, however, is my name.
My mind wandered from the days events to my growing worry that my parents would stop me from seeing shana altogether.. thinking.. thinking..
They did not like Shana, for many reasons. One was that she was not of our village, and it is a strict belief that children of different villages should not mingle. Another is that they consider her strange, due to the fact that she does not play like normal children do. Instead of tossing balls, playing with toys and such, she prefers to study how light is reflected, or how the moon looks at different times of the month. She is also a magnificent fighter, and spends countless hours with a bow or sword, going over moves master Roshi has taught us in our morning defense classes.
She is tall and slender, with stunning green eyes and a beautiful smile. Her skin is pale but not so pale as to cause her to look sickly, and her hair is the quality of spun gold. She wears plane clothes, mostly the breeches and things the men of our villages wear, which i guess is another thing my parents look down uppon. Despite this, i find her beautiful, and .. i would say i love her, but I guess it has never come to that.
I am not one to hold with morals, but our village strictly forbids children to show any signs of love towards one another in childhood. It is a rule which i hate and lothe, but i obey nonetheless
My father brought me out of my musings with a sharp comment towards me..
Dart!"
"Uh uh huh?"
Giving me an angry look he said, "I would like you to accompany me down to the boarders tomorrow night to look for wandering orcs."
"Orcs?" I sat bolt upright.
The hint of a smile played across the big man's lips.
"Yes, orcs, they are on the move again."
"Will there be many of them? Are they...?
"I did not ask for questions!" Just do as you are told, eat your supper, tomorrow will be an interesting day."
My mother had placed bowls of stew and meat in the middle of the table, i helped myself, ate, and was about to go outside to see if Shana had lingered, when a loud CRACK! broke the peaceful village silence.
My father leapt from his chair. Stay here!
A blow of a horn accompanied the crack five seconds lator. A warcry issued after.
That is an orcish cry! Stay here! There may be many!
My father drew his blade, said, "by the spirit of Kamnora I request fire!", and the blade glowed red hot with translucent flames. He dashed from the house.
I had never seen my father do that before except for a time when he'd slain a small wraith which had come into our village and killed many children before being caught, and seeing this sight made my blood run cold. However, i was exilirated. I drew my own smalled blade, and knowing i would take punishment for it, followed my father.
Dart, stay here! my mother yelled.
Ignoring her, i sprinted to a higher place of our village so i could assess what was happening. Many pigfaced, powerfull-looking orcish soldiers were marching into the village.
They were ugly things to behold, short yet stocky, with large barrle shaped bodies and faces which seemed to always snear. Each orc boar a huge club which had to weigh at least 50 or 60 pounds.
I saw one orc pause, growl something to his friends who went on, and smash in a house with one hard swing of his massive club. He laughed in hideous glee as he pawed his way in.I saw my father, blade drawn, lunging for him . He mearly jestured, and a bolt of lightning came seering from the sky and struck the orc; it sent him flying some fifty feet into the air to collapse onto a hut nearby, outcold.
Another man came running from his house, jestured towards an orc, and his skin began to melt from his body, seconds lator there was simply bone. A sudden breeze blew, and the bones toppled to the ground with a sickening thunk.
Many other men were using spells and there blades on the orcs, but they were putting up a definite fight. Had it been that long for the men of Selloss? That they could not withstand an orcish rading party?
As i watched in amazement, a gang of the brutes beat one man into the ground, literally. One grabbed him by his legs, another by his hair, and another beat him until there was nothing more than a few body parts left and a large hole. Then they came for me, two of them, noticing the loan figure atop the small hill.
I scarcely noticed, the only thing which gave them away was that one grunted to his friend, "ehh, thuh lill one, lez get em, heh heh."
And they were on me. I atempted to use the encantations which my father had taught me to ignite my blade, but i had not enough time. Why didn't i prepare for battle inside?!
Well, when spells are at a loss, the body must suffice. i thought. I swung at the nearest one, who was not at all prepared for resistance. Even so, he ducked out of the way and countered with a devestating strike of his club. I blocked most of the blow and dodged the others club which came dangerously close to my head. I tried a three hit combination which consisted of two high swings across an enemies midriff, then coming up short with a hard cut to the head. It was halfway successfull, but it also costed me dearly. As i came up for the final blow, having given one orc a head wound and a missing noze, thus incompasitating him, the other swung his club hard at me. I tried to duck, but too late. Wham!!! Everything went blurry, i fell, holding my head. Then there was the sound of an arrow flying past, a cry of "Dart!" and i saw a familiar crimson arrow fly inches past my ear to plunge into the orcs chest.
He fell over backwards, his head smashing onn a stone which jutted conveniently up from the ruined club of the other, which my father had used presumably to throw at an orc, but had missed.
Shana drew her bow high to aim at another, but stopped as master Roshi, complete in reptillian scale body armor burst from his house, staff in hand. He took one look at the situation, and a look of pure fury creased his old face.
"Sky flame!" he roared, and a burst of fire so bright i had to shield my eyes came soaring down from the sky and struck every orc down in rapid succession.
We all stood there, in the middle of the carnage, awed at Roshi's rath.
"Everyone to the main hall, he said, walking over to one of the bodies of the orcs and taking something from the forhead i didn't notice.. something shiny.
"these enemies." he said. Once we'd all settled in the hall.
"They were sent.............
I hope you enjoyed the first chap of my first fanfic! Don't worry, much more will come, just giving you a taste of my little twist on the L.O.D. plot hehe. Reviews, be mean or nice. I dont care. Just be honest!