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"To know what Occurred,
Is to know what will Occur"
Yggdrasil
000-???
****************************************************************************
Nina sat at the campfire, pondering the past. Looking down through the fields she could see that the armed forces under her had nearly tripled. The Holy Dragons had joined her cause and they set off for Wyndia, a difficult decision for her to make.
The weather had been getting colder; reminding Nina that winter would soon be upon them, and with winter came the frost. Food would be scarce, but for now all was well. Old Wyndia had a large surplus of food saved over from years past, with that food in tow they set out to rid Wyndia of its tyrannical rule.
With an army the size that it was, easily 24,000 strong, the going was slow, and with each step posed new challenges. Her scouts brought back conflicting reports from Urkan movement towards Wyndia, to the assassination of the leader of the Worens largest tribe, to the death of the Tyrant in Wyndia. Other reports included the assimilation of the Alopex, Urocyon, and Vulpes into one nation. The newly born nation of diplomatic proceedings and not violence chose to name itself Draak, which is the name the island was given many years ago. This was a small if not trivial report as those three countries, since the fall of the Great Empire, have been nothing.
Nina began thinking of her history lessons and wondered how this would be written. The Great Empire was just that, a Great Empire that spanned every ounce of land on this island. Its capitol was located on the island of Draak actually, but the Empire had fallen. Its king was said to be immortal, he had been alive to form the empire with his hands, and he was the Lord Reign of the lands the day it fell. Supposedly he had fallen into a deep sleep, his last words claimed that one day he would awaken to retake his lands. After he slept many kings sat on the throne, each growing more corrupt, and each breeding more hatred. Until one day, Queen Mina VI, called the Iron Queen, struck an uprising and defeated the army's of the Empire, one defeat after another. In her anger she tore a piece of the world off and threw it into the ocean, and that land was where the Empire would know have, that land was the island of Draak.
People now knew that the tellings were storied. That what created the island of Draak was a cataclysmic earthquake, they now theorized that the one great king of the empire was merely a religious claim in which all kings had the same soul. No one knew for sure, but this was thousands of years ago. So many marvels in history, Nina had to wonder if she was to be marveled, to be remembered. //What will my name be?//
Nina turned back around and realized that Momo was still talking to a bewildered Ursula. She could see Sir Norvald Wingly, no Norvald FireDrake, laughing in the background.
"This little cube can hold approximately 1,000 square feet of material by tearing a hole into another dimension and storing them in there, a dimension unused and limitless in space. The way it is done is by-." Ursula cut off Momo as she stood.
"It makes no sense, I'd much rather pour over battle strategies now as we've yet to determine a viable plan of assault, if I may have your leave."
Ursula, since being reinstated in the Commanders role of the Joint Armies of the Lumines and Wyndian took it with grace and dignity, she transformed into a new person.
"I will be in my quarters." She finished as she walked off. Momo turned to me with an exasperated look on her face. She didn't realize that once Ursula had asked her how her contraption worked I had toned them all off.
"I must speak with Ursula, sorry Momo," I said as I walked into Ursula's tent.
"It is impossible," Ursula said as I walked in and shut the flap. "Your walls are to high the defenses to strong, our only chance is that they make a mistake like one which was made earlier. Our only chance is surprise."
"Then Ursula there are two outcomes, we are either doomed to fail and die trying to crack the walls." Nina said turning her back to Ursula. "Or you be the genius I believe you are and surprise me. Its our only chance."
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The man with blue walked slowly along the path once more, it was getting colder, and he could feel it. He heard something, a soft rustle in the branches, no in the bushes.
~~Someone is following us.~~ He thought, no he did not think it, it thought it, Vzier thought it. The voice in the back of his head, thought it. And the man believed it. He gripped the fishing rod tighter and began to walk once more, acting like he had no worries. He knew that if necessary he could let Vzier fight, and he was sure to win.
"You can come out," The man said as he turned towards his unseen friend. From behind a bush came a Woren female, smallish in frame but obviously strong she came out warily, eyeing the man as she did so.
"I saw what you did to those other men a few miles back." She said, not taking her eyes off of the man for one second.
"You've been following us....I mean me since then?" he replied wondering whether she was that good at tracking.
"No, I bumped into them as I was going fishing, the eyeless one was still alive and kept mumbling about a blue haired man. I followed your tracks, I want to speak to you. The man turned away and continued down the lane, he could here the Worens footsteps quicken as she matched his pace and came up besides him.
"What is it that you want?" The man asked, hoping to get rid of her for the voice in the back of his head was screaming murder. ~~The Worens are not to be trusted, they are sly creatures who will shake your hands with one hand and stab you in the back with another~~ The man new what the voice spoke of, he spoke of the third great war of extinction for the dragon clan.
A war fought by the Urkans, the Priest of the Urkans called forth a holy calling. Many priests had turned into Guardians on that day, hoping to serve the Holy one in her calling. The Dragons feared the power of the Guardians, they were outnumbered a million to one, so they called for help. The Woren were to get a portion of land from the defeat of Urka. They were to receive the Great Plains, a holy land that they lost when Wyndia and Urka split up the great continent, not paying any mind to the affluent culture, and the Woren, who lived there.
But the Woren had another deal in place. Wyndia was fearful of the Dragons. The King of Wyndia was afraid that his daughter, a Princess Nina had fallen in love with a rouge Dragon boy. Mounting a rescue attempt to coincide with the invasion from Urka they to would invade the Drogen lands, and they needed Woren to aid them. The Dragons were a reclusive race, living underground in vast cities that have now collapsed. They only came out to defend themselves. The Woren armies lined up along side the Drogen when the fight began against Urka, but when the Wyndian armies came across the ridge the Woren turned, the Wyndian's attacked, the Urkan's screamed for blood. And the Drogen were slaughtered.
However they were not all slaughtered, for the Draegon, then just a sect in the Drogen Empire, showed themselves. They had refused to fight, but after watching their comrades die they decided to take action, this was the first recorded time that Vzier was seen. Vzier was the rouge dragon boy who fell in love with princess Nina, who had died in the fighting.
He was the first Dragon to reach inside and perfect the Breath of Fire, a technique that many Dragons attempted to use. Due to Nina's last wish the Vzier spared the Wyndians, The Urkans fled from the scene screaming unholy blasphemies. But the Woren were too proud to run. Having chosen the wrong side the Woren could not stand down, their honor would not allow them to run, for they had no country to run to. So they stood, they fought, and they were slaughtered.
"I want to fight you." Her response was. ~~Yes, let me fight her, for the pain she caused me~~
"No, we shall not fight you." The man said, the voice in his head screamed. He looked over to see the Woren was still following him.
"Then I will help you find who you are looking for." She said as she walked with him. "It's obvious that you are a great fighter, maybe I will learn along the way. Maybe you will one day change your mind and let me fight you."
~~DO NOT TRUST HER~~ the man shook his head, //Shut up, I am not you, I will not succumb to you, I will not kill another innocent for a lover who died countless millennia ago//
The voice was silent as if thinking, the man was vaguely aware of the Woren watching him. ~~Do not trust Woren~~ Finally the voice was quiet, and the man turned to the Woren woman.
"What makes you think I lost something?"
"You referred to yourself as 'we', you have lost yourself, and I shall help you find yourself." She replied. "By the way, what shall I call you?"
"I'm not sure," The nameless man said, ashamed to say that he knew not his name.
"That won't do, how about Verloren? It means lost in ancient Woren text." She responded, seemingly happy with herself.
"Verloren will work, what of your name?"
"Call me Katt."
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Garr walked slowly through the Temple. As a Guardian of many years, he already knew of the calling that would be brought forth. For many weeks now the High Priest had locked himself into his Chamber in perpetual prayer. Praying to the Goddess Myria for an understanding of the dream.
Garr knew that this day would come, a day he dreaded. //Why couldn't the Dragons had stayed under the ground?// Garr found himself in the Great hall, a hall that housed his brothers. Passing them all one by one he passed his fathers Statue. The name he had was a name that was passed down through his family. A name that held honor and prestige in it, as every first-born son had joined the Guardians after marriage.
"What was it that you had to tell me father?" He silently asked. His father was to tell Garr of a story that was passed down in his family, but he had died before then, Garr then decided to pour his entire life into his Guardianship, after fathering four sons and three daughters. The eldest, as per usual, was named Garr. //I wonder how my children are now?//
Garr wasn't allowed to see his children, nor did he think they'd want to see him. Garr looked nothing like he did since the day of his sacrifice. No Ascension is what it was called. Instead of fair features he now had rough hard features, his blond hair all gone, his milky white skin gone, everything gone. And instead replaced by a monster. Physically none surpassed him, his strength was a marvel, and he was a Guardian. But the cost was his life. Garr passed a mirror and looked at himself. //That is not myself, the only thing from myself are the eyes. The eyes have not changed.//
A door burst forward and out came the High Priest, stumbling as if drunken with fine wine. "I know the meaning of the dreams." He stated. //Took you long enough.// One would think that a dream that showed a Black Dragon being killed by a guardian would be enough incentive to go forth and do what they were meant to do. But the High Priest whose love with his own voice was second only to his love for fine wines needed to assert his need. And so he prayed, for weeks upon weeks to come to the only valid conclusion. A holy war, much like the first Five holy wars of extinction which through the Dragon kind down into the depths of hell, where they belong.
//Father, Fathers Father, and my Fathers Fathers Father. Give me strength as I strike down the heathens.//
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Nina walked over to where Momo and Norvald sat. Momo seemed to finally regain her cool when she was around those of importance and was deep in talk with Norvald.
"-The reasons that the Chrysm you saw in the cave moved as it did is because it was alive." Norvald said as Nina approached, not noticing her.
"How is that possible?" Momo replied.
"Dragons are born and die into Chrysm. When a Dragon mother gives birth she gives birth to a small dragons egg. To keep this egg alive and to provide it with nutrients, a Dragon; sometimes the mother sometimes not, will sacrifice oneself. The death of a creature with such immense Elemental properties create Chrysm, this Chrysm envelopes the Dragon eggs and the Dragon babies continue to grow within it for various incubation times."
"That does explain the creation of Chrysm" Momo said incredibly happy. "It even supports my theory of Dragons being linked with Chrysm."
"You are quite intelligent to come to that conclusion before even meeting a Dragon Momo." Norvald said, once again laughing as he always did.
"I've read in various historical works that the Dragons have come close to Death many many times, many times they never fought back. There were times when they seemingly were outnumbered 10,000 to one. How is it that Dragons still exist?" Momo asked, thirsting for more knowledge.
Norvald sat quietly for a brief second. "The reasons are more political then anything." He said, watching the look on Momo's face. Nina quickly inched closer, politics always interested her, especially the way that Norvald taught it. "Dragons knew of the existence of the Goddess Myria, and of the God Yggdrasil. Yggdrasil has since silenced himself in this world, taking a backseat in the development of the planet, for as people stray farther from Nature to technology he begins to lose his abilities. Myria however lives in a realm of technology that you cannot fathom.
Nina glanced over to see Momo licking her lips nervously, it seemed that Momo could fathom much technological enhances, and since Norvald was speaking to her, he was telling her that not even her mind could fathom the world that Myria lives in.
"The Goddess Myria has always needed something to power her technology, and us Dragons always wanted to live in peace, and we did. She would mine the Graveyards of our dead, a feat that while it confused us, it did not mess with any of our beliefs, as Dragons belief in another life, and that the body is nothing. So we let her, but some Dragons decided that she was growing to powerful and that her whole reason for farming chrysm was to fight us. So they attacked her, and the first war of extinction occurred as she unleashed an army of 'Guardians', called Nondraco by us Dragons for they were created as Dragons were, except they were at first Human, and were given the elemental energy of Chrysm. And since then we, the Dragons of light, have attempted to live the life that we once lived, while our brothers, have attempted to rid the earth of all not like us. And there we stand."
Momo sat silent for a few seconds as she looked at Norvald, hoping to see if what he said was true, but Nina knew it was, Nina knew Norvald didn't kid around.
"Which leads us to Nina's question. Nina?" Norvald said shocking Nina, //When did he know I walked up?//
"Uh...Well...I wanted to know what Ryu was?"
"Ryu? The Blue-Haired boy you knew?" Norvald said tilting back as if thinking for a second. "Ah, yes I know the boy. I know the one you call Ryu as Ryu Lys. Also known as the Grand Vzier." He said stretching slightly, his expression changing. "the Grand Vzier is one of two parts of the Kaiser Dragon, the Kaiser Dragon is one of the two 'gods' of my culture. I use the term God simply to explain the immense power they have. It is because of them that Myria fears us, it is because of them that she doesn't attack outright, for to do that would be suicide. If she was to rid the earth of Dragons she would need to destroy Kaiser before he was Kaiser and while he was still split between Vzier and the Sutan she has a chance, but she doesn't want to risk a miss, nor does she want to risk allowing them to join."
"So if Ryu doesn't meet this Sutan he is not in danger right?" Nina said, tears welling up for she almost knew the answer before she heard it.
"When both the Vzier and Sutan have ascended they will be drawn to each other, they will meet, one will die, and two souls shall be one. So yes, Ryu is in danger, for Myria knows this."
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A/N: Done Early, although I'm sure my readership has dropped a bit. I know it's a bit lengthy especially in the speaking parts but its necessary as it builds up a backstory that I need to place within my fanfic.
Recap just in case.
Urka is calling holy war on the Dragons (Again) heading to New Wyndia
Holy dragons marching with Old Wyndian Strength towards the Capitol of New Wyndia
Katt meets Vzier (a.k.a. Ryu) who has forgotten who he is, and is now given the name Verloren. (10 points to whomever finds the language in which this word comes from. Hint, it really does mean lost.)
Woren preparing to ride towards New Wyndia.
Fou-Lou's happy for someone who just had an assasination attempt failed.
Niobe tries to help her son by the power of knowledge, searching for clues on what Fou-Lou is doing.
Seems everything is hinging on the apparent clash at New Wyndia as Wyndian, Dark Dragon, Holy Dragon, Urkan, and Woren forces converge on this place (with the Dark Dragons already being there) Read n Review, hope you like it, I worked hard on the backstory part (hopefully by know you've realized this has nothing to do with any of the previous Breath of Fire stories)
Any Questions you can find my AIM and Email in my Bio. Peace.
"To know what Occurred,
Is to know what will Occur"
Yggdrasil
000-???
****************************************************************************
Nina sat at the campfire, pondering the past. Looking down through the fields she could see that the armed forces under her had nearly tripled. The Holy Dragons had joined her cause and they set off for Wyndia, a difficult decision for her to make.
The weather had been getting colder; reminding Nina that winter would soon be upon them, and with winter came the frost. Food would be scarce, but for now all was well. Old Wyndia had a large surplus of food saved over from years past, with that food in tow they set out to rid Wyndia of its tyrannical rule.
With an army the size that it was, easily 24,000 strong, the going was slow, and with each step posed new challenges. Her scouts brought back conflicting reports from Urkan movement towards Wyndia, to the assassination of the leader of the Worens largest tribe, to the death of the Tyrant in Wyndia. Other reports included the assimilation of the Alopex, Urocyon, and Vulpes into one nation. The newly born nation of diplomatic proceedings and not violence chose to name itself Draak, which is the name the island was given many years ago. This was a small if not trivial report as those three countries, since the fall of the Great Empire, have been nothing.
Nina began thinking of her history lessons and wondered how this would be written. The Great Empire was just that, a Great Empire that spanned every ounce of land on this island. Its capitol was located on the island of Draak actually, but the Empire had fallen. Its king was said to be immortal, he had been alive to form the empire with his hands, and he was the Lord Reign of the lands the day it fell. Supposedly he had fallen into a deep sleep, his last words claimed that one day he would awaken to retake his lands. After he slept many kings sat on the throne, each growing more corrupt, and each breeding more hatred. Until one day, Queen Mina VI, called the Iron Queen, struck an uprising and defeated the army's of the Empire, one defeat after another. In her anger she tore a piece of the world off and threw it into the ocean, and that land was where the Empire would know have, that land was the island of Draak.
People now knew that the tellings were storied. That what created the island of Draak was a cataclysmic earthquake, they now theorized that the one great king of the empire was merely a religious claim in which all kings had the same soul. No one knew for sure, but this was thousands of years ago. So many marvels in history, Nina had to wonder if she was to be marveled, to be remembered. //What will my name be?//
Nina turned back around and realized that Momo was still talking to a bewildered Ursula. She could see Sir Norvald Wingly, no Norvald FireDrake, laughing in the background.
"This little cube can hold approximately 1,000 square feet of material by tearing a hole into another dimension and storing them in there, a dimension unused and limitless in space. The way it is done is by-." Ursula cut off Momo as she stood.
"It makes no sense, I'd much rather pour over battle strategies now as we've yet to determine a viable plan of assault, if I may have your leave."
Ursula, since being reinstated in the Commanders role of the Joint Armies of the Lumines and Wyndian took it with grace and dignity, she transformed into a new person.
"I will be in my quarters." She finished as she walked off. Momo turned to me with an exasperated look on her face. She didn't realize that once Ursula had asked her how her contraption worked I had toned them all off.
"I must speak with Ursula, sorry Momo," I said as I walked into Ursula's tent.
"It is impossible," Ursula said as I walked in and shut the flap. "Your walls are to high the defenses to strong, our only chance is that they make a mistake like one which was made earlier. Our only chance is surprise."
"Then Ursula there are two outcomes, we are either doomed to fail and die trying to crack the walls." Nina said turning her back to Ursula. "Or you be the genius I believe you are and surprise me. Its our only chance."
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The man with blue walked slowly along the path once more, it was getting colder, and he could feel it. He heard something, a soft rustle in the branches, no in the bushes.
~~Someone is following us.~~ He thought, no he did not think it, it thought it, Vzier thought it. The voice in the back of his head, thought it. And the man believed it. He gripped the fishing rod tighter and began to walk once more, acting like he had no worries. He knew that if necessary he could let Vzier fight, and he was sure to win.
"You can come out," The man said as he turned towards his unseen friend. From behind a bush came a Woren female, smallish in frame but obviously strong she came out warily, eyeing the man as she did so.
"I saw what you did to those other men a few miles back." She said, not taking her eyes off of the man for one second.
"You've been following us....I mean me since then?" he replied wondering whether she was that good at tracking.
"No, I bumped into them as I was going fishing, the eyeless one was still alive and kept mumbling about a blue haired man. I followed your tracks, I want to speak to you. The man turned away and continued down the lane, he could here the Worens footsteps quicken as she matched his pace and came up besides him.
"What is it that you want?" The man asked, hoping to get rid of her for the voice in the back of his head was screaming murder. ~~The Worens are not to be trusted, they are sly creatures who will shake your hands with one hand and stab you in the back with another~~ The man new what the voice spoke of, he spoke of the third great war of extinction for the dragon clan.
A war fought by the Urkans, the Priest of the Urkans called forth a holy calling. Many priests had turned into Guardians on that day, hoping to serve the Holy one in her calling. The Dragons feared the power of the Guardians, they were outnumbered a million to one, so they called for help. The Woren were to get a portion of land from the defeat of Urka. They were to receive the Great Plains, a holy land that they lost when Wyndia and Urka split up the great continent, not paying any mind to the affluent culture, and the Woren, who lived there.
But the Woren had another deal in place. Wyndia was fearful of the Dragons. The King of Wyndia was afraid that his daughter, a Princess Nina had fallen in love with a rouge Dragon boy. Mounting a rescue attempt to coincide with the invasion from Urka they to would invade the Drogen lands, and they needed Woren to aid them. The Dragons were a reclusive race, living underground in vast cities that have now collapsed. They only came out to defend themselves. The Woren armies lined up along side the Drogen when the fight began against Urka, but when the Wyndian armies came across the ridge the Woren turned, the Wyndian's attacked, the Urkan's screamed for blood. And the Drogen were slaughtered.
However they were not all slaughtered, for the Draegon, then just a sect in the Drogen Empire, showed themselves. They had refused to fight, but after watching their comrades die they decided to take action, this was the first recorded time that Vzier was seen. Vzier was the rouge dragon boy who fell in love with princess Nina, who had died in the fighting.
He was the first Dragon to reach inside and perfect the Breath of Fire, a technique that many Dragons attempted to use. Due to Nina's last wish the Vzier spared the Wyndians, The Urkans fled from the scene screaming unholy blasphemies. But the Woren were too proud to run. Having chosen the wrong side the Woren could not stand down, their honor would not allow them to run, for they had no country to run to. So they stood, they fought, and they were slaughtered.
"I want to fight you." Her response was. ~~Yes, let me fight her, for the pain she caused me~~
"No, we shall not fight you." The man said, the voice in his head screamed. He looked over to see the Woren was still following him.
"Then I will help you find who you are looking for." She said as she walked with him. "It's obvious that you are a great fighter, maybe I will learn along the way. Maybe you will one day change your mind and let me fight you."
~~DO NOT TRUST HER~~ the man shook his head, //Shut up, I am not you, I will not succumb to you, I will not kill another innocent for a lover who died countless millennia ago//
The voice was silent as if thinking, the man was vaguely aware of the Woren watching him. ~~Do not trust Woren~~ Finally the voice was quiet, and the man turned to the Woren woman.
"What makes you think I lost something?"
"You referred to yourself as 'we', you have lost yourself, and I shall help you find yourself." She replied. "By the way, what shall I call you?"
"I'm not sure," The nameless man said, ashamed to say that he knew not his name.
"That won't do, how about Verloren? It means lost in ancient Woren text." She responded, seemingly happy with herself.
"Verloren will work, what of your name?"
"Call me Katt."
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Garr walked slowly through the Temple. As a Guardian of many years, he already knew of the calling that would be brought forth. For many weeks now the High Priest had locked himself into his Chamber in perpetual prayer. Praying to the Goddess Myria for an understanding of the dream.
Garr knew that this day would come, a day he dreaded. //Why couldn't the Dragons had stayed under the ground?// Garr found himself in the Great hall, a hall that housed his brothers. Passing them all one by one he passed his fathers Statue. The name he had was a name that was passed down through his family. A name that held honor and prestige in it, as every first-born son had joined the Guardians after marriage.
"What was it that you had to tell me father?" He silently asked. His father was to tell Garr of a story that was passed down in his family, but he had died before then, Garr then decided to pour his entire life into his Guardianship, after fathering four sons and three daughters. The eldest, as per usual, was named Garr. //I wonder how my children are now?//
Garr wasn't allowed to see his children, nor did he think they'd want to see him. Garr looked nothing like he did since the day of his sacrifice. No Ascension is what it was called. Instead of fair features he now had rough hard features, his blond hair all gone, his milky white skin gone, everything gone. And instead replaced by a monster. Physically none surpassed him, his strength was a marvel, and he was a Guardian. But the cost was his life. Garr passed a mirror and looked at himself. //That is not myself, the only thing from myself are the eyes. The eyes have not changed.//
A door burst forward and out came the High Priest, stumbling as if drunken with fine wine. "I know the meaning of the dreams." He stated. //Took you long enough.// One would think that a dream that showed a Black Dragon being killed by a guardian would be enough incentive to go forth and do what they were meant to do. But the High Priest whose love with his own voice was second only to his love for fine wines needed to assert his need. And so he prayed, for weeks upon weeks to come to the only valid conclusion. A holy war, much like the first Five holy wars of extinction which through the Dragon kind down into the depths of hell, where they belong.
//Father, Fathers Father, and my Fathers Fathers Father. Give me strength as I strike down the heathens.//
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Nina walked over to where Momo and Norvald sat. Momo seemed to finally regain her cool when she was around those of importance and was deep in talk with Norvald.
"-The reasons that the Chrysm you saw in the cave moved as it did is because it was alive." Norvald said as Nina approached, not noticing her.
"How is that possible?" Momo replied.
"Dragons are born and die into Chrysm. When a Dragon mother gives birth she gives birth to a small dragons egg. To keep this egg alive and to provide it with nutrients, a Dragon; sometimes the mother sometimes not, will sacrifice oneself. The death of a creature with such immense Elemental properties create Chrysm, this Chrysm envelopes the Dragon eggs and the Dragon babies continue to grow within it for various incubation times."
"That does explain the creation of Chrysm" Momo said incredibly happy. "It even supports my theory of Dragons being linked with Chrysm."
"You are quite intelligent to come to that conclusion before even meeting a Dragon Momo." Norvald said, once again laughing as he always did.
"I've read in various historical works that the Dragons have come close to Death many many times, many times they never fought back. There were times when they seemingly were outnumbered 10,000 to one. How is it that Dragons still exist?" Momo asked, thirsting for more knowledge.
Norvald sat quietly for a brief second. "The reasons are more political then anything." He said, watching the look on Momo's face. Nina quickly inched closer, politics always interested her, especially the way that Norvald taught it. "Dragons knew of the existence of the Goddess Myria, and of the God Yggdrasil. Yggdrasil has since silenced himself in this world, taking a backseat in the development of the planet, for as people stray farther from Nature to technology he begins to lose his abilities. Myria however lives in a realm of technology that you cannot fathom.
Nina glanced over to see Momo licking her lips nervously, it seemed that Momo could fathom much technological enhances, and since Norvald was speaking to her, he was telling her that not even her mind could fathom the world that Myria lives in.
"The Goddess Myria has always needed something to power her technology, and us Dragons always wanted to live in peace, and we did. She would mine the Graveyards of our dead, a feat that while it confused us, it did not mess with any of our beliefs, as Dragons belief in another life, and that the body is nothing. So we let her, but some Dragons decided that she was growing to powerful and that her whole reason for farming chrysm was to fight us. So they attacked her, and the first war of extinction occurred as she unleashed an army of 'Guardians', called Nondraco by us Dragons for they were created as Dragons were, except they were at first Human, and were given the elemental energy of Chrysm. And since then we, the Dragons of light, have attempted to live the life that we once lived, while our brothers, have attempted to rid the earth of all not like us. And there we stand."
Momo sat silent for a few seconds as she looked at Norvald, hoping to see if what he said was true, but Nina knew it was, Nina knew Norvald didn't kid around.
"Which leads us to Nina's question. Nina?" Norvald said shocking Nina, //When did he know I walked up?//
"Uh...Well...I wanted to know what Ryu was?"
"Ryu? The Blue-Haired boy you knew?" Norvald said tilting back as if thinking for a second. "Ah, yes I know the boy. I know the one you call Ryu as Ryu Lys. Also known as the Grand Vzier." He said stretching slightly, his expression changing. "the Grand Vzier is one of two parts of the Kaiser Dragon, the Kaiser Dragon is one of the two 'gods' of my culture. I use the term God simply to explain the immense power they have. It is because of them that Myria fears us, it is because of them that she doesn't attack outright, for to do that would be suicide. If she was to rid the earth of Dragons she would need to destroy Kaiser before he was Kaiser and while he was still split between Vzier and the Sutan she has a chance, but she doesn't want to risk a miss, nor does she want to risk allowing them to join."
"So if Ryu doesn't meet this Sutan he is not in danger right?" Nina said, tears welling up for she almost knew the answer before she heard it.
"When both the Vzier and Sutan have ascended they will be drawn to each other, they will meet, one will die, and two souls shall be one. So yes, Ryu is in danger, for Myria knows this."
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A/N: Done Early, although I'm sure my readership has dropped a bit. I know it's a bit lengthy especially in the speaking parts but its necessary as it builds up a backstory that I need to place within my fanfic.
Recap just in case.
Urka is calling holy war on the Dragons (Again) heading to New Wyndia
Holy dragons marching with Old Wyndian Strength towards the Capitol of New Wyndia
Katt meets Vzier (a.k.a. Ryu) who has forgotten who he is, and is now given the name Verloren. (10 points to whomever finds the language in which this word comes from. Hint, it really does mean lost.)
Woren preparing to ride towards New Wyndia.
Fou-Lou's happy for someone who just had an assasination attempt failed.
Niobe tries to help her son by the power of knowledge, searching for clues on what Fou-Lou is doing.
Seems everything is hinging on the apparent clash at New Wyndia as Wyndian, Dark Dragon, Holy Dragon, Urkan, and Woren forces converge on this place (with the Dark Dragons already being there) Read n Review, hope you like it, I worked hard on the backstory part (hopefully by know you've realized this has nothing to do with any of the previous Breath of Fire stories)
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