Heh heh. That was only the first twist in plot, characters' past, yada yada. Guess what? Expect a long fic. I haven't even started on the real plot yet . . . mwahahahaha!
Nearly as good as 'Rebirth of a Legend?!' that's might high praise, you know . . . ^_^ wow. I feel appreciated now . . . I wish I had reviewers like you guys on all my other fics.
And as for prophesies, this one kinda sucked cuz I wrote it in about 5 seconds, and couldn't be bothered to make it rhyme or anything. Oh well. It'll serve my purposes. If ya'll have any speculations about how the prophesy ties in with all this, feel free to say. In fact, it would be appreciated.
Now the chapter you've all been waiting for! In the next two chapters, the secrets behind Sonari and Yani begin to unravel. Including finding out who Lana is! Aren't ya'll excited?
Newayz, on with the next chapter!
Captain of the Guard"Dear Soa! You're not serious, right?" Halfway across town, another warrior sat in a similarly shocked state.
Sonari uncrossed his ankles, swung his feet off the table, slammed down his almost empty tankard and stared incredulously at his friend.
"Did it sound like I was kidding?" Yani asked with all seriousness in his voice.
"But you were, right?" Sonari's voice had an almost hysterical note in it. "Me and HER? You must be joking!" When Yani didn't respond, Sonari kept talking. "Come off it! That's . . . that's just crazy! Me and a Wingly? No way, no how!"
The only response that Sonari got was an amused grin and a suggestive chuckle. By now he was getting well and truly aggravated with his friend's incessant joking. At least, he thought it was joking . . . But the strange thing for Sonari was that normally he could just take it and take it and take it from Yani without snapping. Today, however, that didn't seem to be the case.
Sonari pushed himself up from the table. "Fine. If you're going to be like that, I'll just leave." He started to take a couple steps, but Yani interjected before he could get away.
"Hold your horses, tiger. I didn't know you were that anxious to see her again." Yani laughed to himself about his little joke. That is, until he saw the look Sonari was giving him. There was a fire beneath his hazel eyes that Yani had only seen a couple times before, when Sonari was losing it. He knew he had to do something to calm Sonari down before he inadvertently set the establishment on fire, as his powers were as unpredictable as his personality.
"Come on, Sonari. You know I was only joking. Come back and finish off your ale. It'll raise your spirits." Sonari sighed resignedly and sat back down in his chair. He finished off his tankard in one gulp, and before long, a serving girl came with another full tankard.
The silence between the two friends was long and awkward. Yani wanted desperately to break the silence. But he couldn't think up any funny lines to get Sonari's mood high. Oh well, he thought to himself, I might as well get this over with. I wanted to talk to him about this anyway, and this just provides the perfect opportunity. At least his spirits can't sink any lower . . .
"But, seriously, Sonari," Yani said quietly, "you should have seen the way you were looking at her." Sonari groaned and slumped forwards. But Yani wouldn't give up. He would talk about this with Sonari tonight, even if it meant another argument. "You've never looked at Lana like that."
Sonari groaned louder as he realized where this conversation was headed. He slumped ever farther forward and let his head hit the table. "I don't want to talk about Lana," he mumbled into the wood. But Yani still heard him.
"I know you don't want to, but it'll make you feel better if you do. Trust me, I know."
"How can you know? You've never been in my position before . . ." Sonari stated, lifting his head from off the table.
Yani thought about that for a second. "Hm. I guess you're right; I haven't. But I still know that talking about your problems helps to deal with them."
Sonari wasn't convinced. He didn't respond to Yani's offer of help. Soon, Yani got exasperated with the silent warrior. "Look, you have to talk about it sometime! Who knows what could happen if you don't. And don't you think here is the best place to talk about it? After all, there's no one here that really knows you, you father, or Lana here. It's the safest place to talk."
"Fine!" exploded Sonari. His sudden outburst made several other patrons turn and stare. He lowered his voice before carrying on in a bitter tone. "You want me to talk about Lana? Then I'll talk about Lana. And you can hear more about that treacherous, power-hungry little bitch than you ever wanted to."
"There we go! That's a definite start. Now tell me everything. Absolutely everything about her that you've ever wanted to say, but you knew you couldn't."
"Okay, then. If you're sure. That little bitch has my father wrapped around her little finger. Why can't he see through her? Sure, she might come from a wealthy family, and she might be the most beautiful woman in all of Vandalia, but still! That doesn't mean that I want her! Her heart's made of stone and steel, and all she wants is the position. I swear, if I ever go back for good, father will marry us off, then she'll get him assassinated, then me! Why am I even telling you all this?" Sonari complained to his friend.
"Because you need to talk about it. See you feel better, don't you?"
Sonari didn't answer his question. "But you know all this already! You are the Captain of father's Guard, after all . . ."
"Was," Yani corrected. "I was the Captain of the Guard. I lost my position when I left with you, remember?"
"You know, you didn't have to come with me, Yani . . ."
"Yes I did," Yani said, cutting Sonari off from saying more. "Sworn brothers, right? Anywhere you go, I follow. Anything you do . . ." Yani trailed off suddenly. "Did you hear that?"
"What? I didn't hear anything."
"Oh well. My ears must have been playing tricks on me. But back to what we were talking about . . . You have to go back sometime, you know. It's no good running. The way I see it, there are two real solutions. One, you get yourself a bride before you return. Your father can't make you marry again. Or two, you come up with an argument to sway your father into changing his mind. And seeing as he doesn't want to believe anything negative about Lana, well . . . that might prove difficult. Why don't you think about what you want to . . . There it was again! Did you hear it?"
"I heard it that time! It almost sounded like the flapping of wings . . . By the gods!"
Both Men dropped their drinks and ran outside the Inn. A dark shape flew past the larger, silver moon, casting its dark silhouette across the town. They shared a look and both instinctively grabbed the hilt of their weapons.
"Sonari, it can't be, can it? I thought the last died over 5,000 years ago, in the 2nd Dragon Campaign," Yani whispered in a barely audible voice.
"I . . . I don't know . . ."
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Sil-alia was still in shock, sitting on the roof, contemplating over what Grandpa said. - I guess it's possible. I never even knew my parents. - she thought as a single tear slid down her cheek.
She sat still, staring up at the two moons and the stars for answers. The larger moon, Illuminati, cast its silver light on the town, and Luminas, the smaller moon with a red light, cast a dimension of mystery to the shadows and surroundings.
She gasped when she saw a large, dark shape fly slowly past the Illuminati, blocking out most of the silver light, leaving the world in an eerie red glow. She examined the shape as closely as she could, and could clearly make out two large wings, the bulk of a body, a slithering tail, a long neck and a shape on the end, which she assumed was the head. A shiver ran through her body as she remembered Grandpa's description of a creature that had appeared when the demons broke through the barriers of the Otherworld and attacked 20 years ago.
The creature turned its head towards that Wingly warrior, and Sil-alia was hit with an overwhelming sensation of evil. It consumed her senses so much that she had to gasp for breath. She couldn't move; she could hardly breath. Archangel! she prayed desperately, Please, give me strength and guidance to follow your will. With this coming evil, times must be changing. Let me do your work! With this final thought, the evil creature turned its gaze somewhere else, and Sil-alia sagged with relief.
What could this mean?
Author's Note: Mwahaha! There it is, the very start of the real plot. Perhaps you can figure out what I'm babbling about, perhaps not. That is the fun of being a crazy psycho author! MWAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!! Yeah . . . and in that chapter is also the first time you see Sil-alia's religious side. Just FYI, she is very religious. She gets really deep and into it later, but you'll just have to wait and see to understand what I mean. Newayz, must go. Father is yelling at me to get off the computer. I wish I had a computer in my room. Buh-bye! Don't forget to review! And remember to smile today! J