A/N: I' m saying that I'm sorry to that person about the titles of Tortall.
I sincerely apologise if I offended you, but I didn't mean it. This is a
fic and I can do whatever I wish with it because its my plot and my Dante
but the other characters I'm merely borrowing. I'm only 13. I'm not perfect
and since this my first successful fic, my ego is huge. I only flamed three
people the last chap and one of them I know from school. I flamed her for
personal reasons. Anyways, since this is fanfiction, I can change whatever
I wish about the the Protecter of the Small series. I merely borrow TP's
characters. Get used to it(no offense). Anyhow, I'm just wondering how you
can put up with my insults and read my fic. Is that good? I never had a
high opinion for my writing. I thought it was ordinary for a 13 year old.
And also, i read two books that said the word marquis is spelled marquess.
Those two books were written by bestselling authors, so I thought I spelled
it right. I thought that marquis was the french form of how to spell a
nobleman a rank below a duke and marquess was the english and more commonly
known form. oh well. enjoy this one. ( The begining isn't too good, but
near the end, it gets realy good.)
Rekindled
Chapter Fourteen: Gate of the Gods
By: DarkDracon0
Palace of Corus
Dante stared at the moon, marveling at its beauty. Strange, how something so empty could possess such beauty. He thought of Kel. She's a beauty, but doesn't know it, he thought, amused. She could cause a stampede of men to pull her chair back for her first. He was outside in the royal gardens, breathing in the scent of roses.
His eyes suddenly flashed. Another memory. Years ago... There had been a war. Immortals. Mithros, he thought, suddenly furious. Being what he was and the power he possessed, yet hid, he walked to the terrace nearby and jumped on the tallest thing he could find. He scaled the wall, jumping impossible distances to reach the nearest sturdy thing. Soon, he was standing on the roof. Again, he stared at the moon. Calling upon his dragon form, he slowly shifted his shape ot a small dragon, about twenty feet in length and light. It wasn't his true length when he was in battle, but he had to leave the mortal realm without anyone noticing. Entering the dragonlands would be easiest.
Dante quickly took flight, unfurling his wings. As he flew over the City, he summoned the Gate to open to him. If anyone saw the dark shape that swooped over the air, it quickly vanished as it entered the Gate of the Dragonlands.
Dante flew over the green plains of the Dragonlands, watching for any dragon that would think him an intruder. There were actually no dragon in sight. Must be having a Dragonmeet, he thought. All the better. Dante quickly exited the Dragonlands and was soon over the Sea of Sand. He summoned his true dragon size. He knew that his own size was huge. He was over 150 feet and that would scare off any immortal that wanted to fight him over entering territory. He, again, summoned another Gate. This particular Gate was often sought out after mortals. It was called the Gate of the Gods.
Entering the Gate, he was now no longer seeing the endless expanse of sand. He was in the Court of Mithros. " What is this?!" Dante heard. He saw Mithros himself roaring to his feet from the huge throne. Dante looked around. The room was filled with all of the gods. A meeting? They were all surprised to see a huge dragon suddenly enter the room out of nowhere. They were all shocked to silence. Dante looked back at Mithros. He was now holding his spear and, obviously, didn't recognize him in his dragon form. Dante growled. He quickly took his human form. He was dressed in his armor, something that was required of him whenever he was in the Divine Realms. The armor was elegant, sleek. He carried two swords, one slung over his shoulder and the other belted to his waist. The infamous Alastor and Ivory. He heard every god gasp when they all saw him. Mithros was now staring at him with surprise and had dropped his spear. " Master Danteis," he whispered. There was now a buzz in the room as every god talked amongst themselves. Dante's eyes flashed again. " There is something awry here, Mithros. I must speak with you. All of you, leave us!" Dante barked. The crowd soon vanished and left Mithros, the Mother Goddess and Gainel standing near the twin thrones of the Divine Realms.
" Great Master, why are you here? What do you mean that something has gone awry?" Mithros said, finally regaining the use of his tongue. Dante felt his fury crest into rage. He had to control that rage. Rage was only good in the battlefield.
" I'm sure you are aware of the situation. Cleanse your tongue of any lies and tell me what is truly happening, else I'll throw you off the throne." Mithros paled slightly. Dante was capable of easily doing that, he knew. Mithros sighed softly and fell into a chair.
" Its near the prophecy, as you already know. Even you or I can't stop it. What the prophecy Uusoae made so long ago can't be stopped. Even with her locked away in her own realm, nothing will stop the it."
" I had another memory. A war years ago. Between the Immortals and the mortals. I was still resting at the time. Explain yourself."
" Yes, there was a war. Uusoae was influencing and acting through the former Carthak emperor." Dante frowned. Uusoae had to be destroyed. The Chaos Queen was interfering with everything.
" We must find the prophecy and reverse it. If we don't, it will activate the Gate of Idramm and let lose demons from other worlds. The entire world will be destroyed and the human race will be wiped out." Mithros nodded.
" What of the other Masters?" Dante folded his arms. " Even their elements could hold enough power to reverse the prophecy. We cannot use magic against the demons. They will absorb it for their own use."
" You are going to awaken all of them?"
" Yes. All three of them."
Palace of Corus
Dante had traveled back to Corus through dragon form. The prophecy is coming too soon, he thought as scaled back down the wall. He would have to go back to Fort Mirris on the morrow. He stood there in the rose garden for a moment before coaxing his own element, shadow and darkness, to come to him. A shadow form was there before him and he began to shape it into a long sword. It solified and Dante gripped it, feeling for the balance. Nothing less than perfection. He began complex sword exercises, combined with hand-to-hand combat and many jumps and flips. He was still breathing lightly by the time he was done, nearly an hour. He tossed the shadow sword to the ground and it quickly formed back into its original form. Dante stared at the moon. It was full. Beware Queen of Chaos, that the Four Masters will destroy you for your attempts to destroy this world, he thought darkly.
Morning
Fort Mirris
" He's back already? Damn." Kel muttered, disappointed. He had been gone only three days and she had enjoyed those few days. She had felt a twinge of pain when she said to herself that she was going to enjoy the few days that Dante was gone, but she shook it off. Truth be told, she acutally missed him. It was truly ridiculous. How could she be so fickle? Kel shook her head and ordered some of the men to help Dante with his bags and to inform him that she would be in the Officer's Tent. Again.
Dante leapt off his horse and one of the men said that Commander Keladry of Mindelan was in the Officer's Tent. Despite the nearing of the damn prophecy, he was in a good mood. He had spoken to his brother Tysen before he left.
" You haven't been chasing maids lately, have you?" Dante had asked to him. Tysen had grinned and replied, " Since I'm in His Majesty's home, I've behaved myself."
" Have the maids behaved themselves?" Tysen laughed. " That can't be helped. How can I refuse when they ask so nicely? Now tell me, dear brother, what is this about you and that female knight commanding our army?"
" She's looks like an angel, Tysen." Tysen raised his eyebrows. Dante sounded as if he was besotted with the girl.
" Bed her."
" She could probably beat me if I tried."
" She's that impressive?"
" Yes." Tysen grinned. " Good luck then."
Dante's thoughts were broken off once he entered the tent. Kel was seated in a chair and was sipping a tankard of brandy. " So how did you fare without me to guide you?" Kel glared at him.
" I can take care of myself and the whole blasted army without your help!"
" Of course." Kel frowned at him. How could she have missed him? Damn those silly female fellings!
" The men are bored, but able. There have been signs that the Scanrans may attack and Fort Tiras of the Scanrans, a fort some six miles east of Fort Mirris, is showing sure signs that they are running out of supplies."
" Fort Tiras. If it doesn't have much supplies, then we will capture it. Send out scouts to map out the area and see if any place is good for an ambush. A few hills perhaps."
" That would be a good idea." Dante smiled at her.
A/N: Good, bad?
Rekindled
Chapter Fourteen: Gate of the Gods
By: DarkDracon0
Palace of Corus
Dante stared at the moon, marveling at its beauty. Strange, how something so empty could possess such beauty. He thought of Kel. She's a beauty, but doesn't know it, he thought, amused. She could cause a stampede of men to pull her chair back for her first. He was outside in the royal gardens, breathing in the scent of roses.
His eyes suddenly flashed. Another memory. Years ago... There had been a war. Immortals. Mithros, he thought, suddenly furious. Being what he was and the power he possessed, yet hid, he walked to the terrace nearby and jumped on the tallest thing he could find. He scaled the wall, jumping impossible distances to reach the nearest sturdy thing. Soon, he was standing on the roof. Again, he stared at the moon. Calling upon his dragon form, he slowly shifted his shape ot a small dragon, about twenty feet in length and light. It wasn't his true length when he was in battle, but he had to leave the mortal realm without anyone noticing. Entering the dragonlands would be easiest.
Dante quickly took flight, unfurling his wings. As he flew over the City, he summoned the Gate to open to him. If anyone saw the dark shape that swooped over the air, it quickly vanished as it entered the Gate of the Dragonlands.
Dante flew over the green plains of the Dragonlands, watching for any dragon that would think him an intruder. There were actually no dragon in sight. Must be having a Dragonmeet, he thought. All the better. Dante quickly exited the Dragonlands and was soon over the Sea of Sand. He summoned his true dragon size. He knew that his own size was huge. He was over 150 feet and that would scare off any immortal that wanted to fight him over entering territory. He, again, summoned another Gate. This particular Gate was often sought out after mortals. It was called the Gate of the Gods.
Entering the Gate, he was now no longer seeing the endless expanse of sand. He was in the Court of Mithros. " What is this?!" Dante heard. He saw Mithros himself roaring to his feet from the huge throne. Dante looked around. The room was filled with all of the gods. A meeting? They were all surprised to see a huge dragon suddenly enter the room out of nowhere. They were all shocked to silence. Dante looked back at Mithros. He was now holding his spear and, obviously, didn't recognize him in his dragon form. Dante growled. He quickly took his human form. He was dressed in his armor, something that was required of him whenever he was in the Divine Realms. The armor was elegant, sleek. He carried two swords, one slung over his shoulder and the other belted to his waist. The infamous Alastor and Ivory. He heard every god gasp when they all saw him. Mithros was now staring at him with surprise and had dropped his spear. " Master Danteis," he whispered. There was now a buzz in the room as every god talked amongst themselves. Dante's eyes flashed again. " There is something awry here, Mithros. I must speak with you. All of you, leave us!" Dante barked. The crowd soon vanished and left Mithros, the Mother Goddess and Gainel standing near the twin thrones of the Divine Realms.
" Great Master, why are you here? What do you mean that something has gone awry?" Mithros said, finally regaining the use of his tongue. Dante felt his fury crest into rage. He had to control that rage. Rage was only good in the battlefield.
" I'm sure you are aware of the situation. Cleanse your tongue of any lies and tell me what is truly happening, else I'll throw you off the throne." Mithros paled slightly. Dante was capable of easily doing that, he knew. Mithros sighed softly and fell into a chair.
" Its near the prophecy, as you already know. Even you or I can't stop it. What the prophecy Uusoae made so long ago can't be stopped. Even with her locked away in her own realm, nothing will stop the it."
" I had another memory. A war years ago. Between the Immortals and the mortals. I was still resting at the time. Explain yourself."
" Yes, there was a war. Uusoae was influencing and acting through the former Carthak emperor." Dante frowned. Uusoae had to be destroyed. The Chaos Queen was interfering with everything.
" We must find the prophecy and reverse it. If we don't, it will activate the Gate of Idramm and let lose demons from other worlds. The entire world will be destroyed and the human race will be wiped out." Mithros nodded.
" What of the other Masters?" Dante folded his arms. " Even their elements could hold enough power to reverse the prophecy. We cannot use magic against the demons. They will absorb it for their own use."
" You are going to awaken all of them?"
" Yes. All three of them."
Palace of Corus
Dante had traveled back to Corus through dragon form. The prophecy is coming too soon, he thought as scaled back down the wall. He would have to go back to Fort Mirris on the morrow. He stood there in the rose garden for a moment before coaxing his own element, shadow and darkness, to come to him. A shadow form was there before him and he began to shape it into a long sword. It solified and Dante gripped it, feeling for the balance. Nothing less than perfection. He began complex sword exercises, combined with hand-to-hand combat and many jumps and flips. He was still breathing lightly by the time he was done, nearly an hour. He tossed the shadow sword to the ground and it quickly formed back into its original form. Dante stared at the moon. It was full. Beware Queen of Chaos, that the Four Masters will destroy you for your attempts to destroy this world, he thought darkly.
Morning
Fort Mirris
" He's back already? Damn." Kel muttered, disappointed. He had been gone only three days and she had enjoyed those few days. She had felt a twinge of pain when she said to herself that she was going to enjoy the few days that Dante was gone, but she shook it off. Truth be told, she acutally missed him. It was truly ridiculous. How could she be so fickle? Kel shook her head and ordered some of the men to help Dante with his bags and to inform him that she would be in the Officer's Tent. Again.
Dante leapt off his horse and one of the men said that Commander Keladry of Mindelan was in the Officer's Tent. Despite the nearing of the damn prophecy, he was in a good mood. He had spoken to his brother Tysen before he left.
" You haven't been chasing maids lately, have you?" Dante had asked to him. Tysen had grinned and replied, " Since I'm in His Majesty's home, I've behaved myself."
" Have the maids behaved themselves?" Tysen laughed. " That can't be helped. How can I refuse when they ask so nicely? Now tell me, dear brother, what is this about you and that female knight commanding our army?"
" She's looks like an angel, Tysen." Tysen raised his eyebrows. Dante sounded as if he was besotted with the girl.
" Bed her."
" She could probably beat me if I tried."
" She's that impressive?"
" Yes." Tysen grinned. " Good luck then."
Dante's thoughts were broken off once he entered the tent. Kel was seated in a chair and was sipping a tankard of brandy. " So how did you fare without me to guide you?" Kel glared at him.
" I can take care of myself and the whole blasted army without your help!"
" Of course." Kel frowned at him. How could she have missed him? Damn those silly female fellings!
" The men are bored, but able. There have been signs that the Scanrans may attack and Fort Tiras of the Scanrans, a fort some six miles east of Fort Mirris, is showing sure signs that they are running out of supplies."
" Fort Tiras. If it doesn't have much supplies, then we will capture it. Send out scouts to map out the area and see if any place is good for an ambush. A few hills perhaps."
" That would be a good idea." Dante smiled at her.
A/N: Good, bad?