A Vagrant's Tale
Disclaimer: I don't own the original plot line or am I the creator of Vagrant Story, but I'm just using the universe they have created and supporting my on going imagination. Thank You
Chapter 1 – New Beginnings
In the sme room that a legend stood once before, a young man now takes his place. Strong, tall, and obedient went through the minds of the counsil that looked at the young from their dark world that was enclosed in darkness. The young man swallowed hard and felt the lump in his throat push even harder upward as he stood there. Time passed and the droplets of sweat dried and a light appeared in the darkness. The young man could only see a face of a old woman and a cigarette's burning end.
"Young man, you requested to come here?" The young man tightened his muscles and looked at he darkness before him and took a deep breath. "I have." The room went silent and the sounds of rain beating on the roof were only heard from outside. "Could you explain why?" Another voice appeared in the darkness as the man saw a puff of smoke pass by one of the candles in the dark. "Because I was told to my mentor when came of age. He told that you would call for eventually but..." The young man heard a loud sigh and a chair back out.
"Is not your name James Marcue?" A loud step was heard in the dark room. James quickly swallowed again and looked at the outlining of someone coming towards him. "Yes I am." The man stopped before he could past the first candle and looked at the table seeing a group of six still seated looking at James. "Your records are remarkable. Young, strong, fast, and able to equip weapons of any caliber and master them in mere minutes. You have no field experience, but you have the skills to become a riskbreaker."
The steps again broke the silence and the man continued to inch himself closer to James's position. "What of it then? The skills of a warrior are nothing if not properly used with the powers of the Dark." James quickly narrowed his eyes and dodged and small knife. He grabbed it and heard a weak laugh come from the woman. "You seem to be more like your mentor than yourself, boy. Did Riot also teach you his abilities?" James threw the knife to the ground and lowered his head.
"He's dead, isn't he?" James waited for an answer but saw the man come into full light. A wide shaped man stopped at the end of the table and looked at James's build. He stepped to his face and smiled looking at his face and eyes. "Young and naïve. Good, I need someone like you to chase down Riot." James's eyes snapped wider and he saw the smile of the fat mans' face grow even bigger. "You know his whereabouts?" James started to feel a sense of joy until he felt a sharp pain of regret in his mind.
"Merlose, glad to see you have come." James quickly turned and saw a woman with a hood over her face pass him. James scratched his head and pushed the loose bangs out of his face and looked at Merlose remove her hood. "James, come here." James quickly stepped forward and stood beside Merlose. "As of now you are partnered with Callo Merlose. She's a riskbreaker herself and she will be your teacher on the field and she will be monitoring your performance this morning."
"Morning?" The fat man looked James face and saw it was showing a bit of resist to it. "Is there a problem?" James shook his head and looked at the man's eyes. "No problem whatsoever. I just needed some time to prepare for the mission, sir." The man smiled and turned his back to him and Merlose. "Don't call me sir, it's Watson." Watson quickly turned back to the two and saw James nod and Merlose's cold look.
"What is our mission?" James dropped a piece of paper on the table and walked back into the darkness. "In several hours, the castle of the bishop is going to be attack. Being a third party, we can send our trained army to attack it but we can't interfere with the engagement. I want you and the boy to do recon and come back with the verdict of the battle."
James was about to interrupt but he felt a dark block of energy over himself. "We will do, sir." Merlose put her hood back on and passed James quickly heading out the door. "Boy, don't you offend me now. We've given you a place in this division and we've given you're a position to follow until you die. Follow it and you might have a place in this organization." James nodded and turned his back to the table and followed after Merlose.
Watson took his seat at the table and sighed seeing the sun coming up not too far the edge of the city they were in. "May God watch him." The table started to mutter but Watson ignored them. "Riot will come after the boy." The table stopped as they heard Watson idle babbling. "He's coming after the boy because the kid has the power within." The woman with cigarette dropped it on the table and looked at Watson.
"If the boy does find Riot, he will die by his hand. Riot shows no favorites." Watson smiled and leaned back in his chair. "He's not going to kill that boy. I can guarantee it.
Disclaimer: I don't own the original plot line or am I the creator of Vagrant Story, but I'm just using the universe they have created and supporting my on going imagination. Thank You
Chapter 1 – New Beginnings
In the sme room that a legend stood once before, a young man now takes his place. Strong, tall, and obedient went through the minds of the counsil that looked at the young from their dark world that was enclosed in darkness. The young man swallowed hard and felt the lump in his throat push even harder upward as he stood there. Time passed and the droplets of sweat dried and a light appeared in the darkness. The young man could only see a face of a old woman and a cigarette's burning end.
"Young man, you requested to come here?" The young man tightened his muscles and looked at he darkness before him and took a deep breath. "I have." The room went silent and the sounds of rain beating on the roof were only heard from outside. "Could you explain why?" Another voice appeared in the darkness as the man saw a puff of smoke pass by one of the candles in the dark. "Because I was told to my mentor when came of age. He told that you would call for eventually but..." The young man heard a loud sigh and a chair back out.
"Is not your name James Marcue?" A loud step was heard in the dark room. James quickly swallowed again and looked at the outlining of someone coming towards him. "Yes I am." The man stopped before he could past the first candle and looked at the table seeing a group of six still seated looking at James. "Your records are remarkable. Young, strong, fast, and able to equip weapons of any caliber and master them in mere minutes. You have no field experience, but you have the skills to become a riskbreaker."
The steps again broke the silence and the man continued to inch himself closer to James's position. "What of it then? The skills of a warrior are nothing if not properly used with the powers of the Dark." James quickly narrowed his eyes and dodged and small knife. He grabbed it and heard a weak laugh come from the woman. "You seem to be more like your mentor than yourself, boy. Did Riot also teach you his abilities?" James threw the knife to the ground and lowered his head.
"He's dead, isn't he?" James waited for an answer but saw the man come into full light. A wide shaped man stopped at the end of the table and looked at James's build. He stepped to his face and smiled looking at his face and eyes. "Young and naïve. Good, I need someone like you to chase down Riot." James's eyes snapped wider and he saw the smile of the fat mans' face grow even bigger. "You know his whereabouts?" James started to feel a sense of joy until he felt a sharp pain of regret in his mind.
"Merlose, glad to see you have come." James quickly turned and saw a woman with a hood over her face pass him. James scratched his head and pushed the loose bangs out of his face and looked at Merlose remove her hood. "James, come here." James quickly stepped forward and stood beside Merlose. "As of now you are partnered with Callo Merlose. She's a riskbreaker herself and she will be your teacher on the field and she will be monitoring your performance this morning."
"Morning?" The fat man looked James face and saw it was showing a bit of resist to it. "Is there a problem?" James shook his head and looked at the man's eyes. "No problem whatsoever. I just needed some time to prepare for the mission, sir." The man smiled and turned his back to him and Merlose. "Don't call me sir, it's Watson." Watson quickly turned back to the two and saw James nod and Merlose's cold look.
"What is our mission?" James dropped a piece of paper on the table and walked back into the darkness. "In several hours, the castle of the bishop is going to be attack. Being a third party, we can send our trained army to attack it but we can't interfere with the engagement. I want you and the boy to do recon and come back with the verdict of the battle."
James was about to interrupt but he felt a dark block of energy over himself. "We will do, sir." Merlose put her hood back on and passed James quickly heading out the door. "Boy, don't you offend me now. We've given you a place in this division and we've given you're a position to follow until you die. Follow it and you might have a place in this organization." James nodded and turned his back to the table and followed after Merlose.
Watson took his seat at the table and sighed seeing the sun coming up not too far the edge of the city they were in. "May God watch him." The table started to mutter but Watson ignored them. "Riot will come after the boy." The table stopped as they heard Watson idle babbling. "He's coming after the boy because the kid has the power within." The woman with cigarette dropped it on the table and looked at Watson.
"If the boy does find Riot, he will die by his hand. Riot shows no favorites." Watson smiled and leaned back in his chair. "He's not going to kill that boy. I can guarantee it.