Dragon's Tears
Three - Salvation is Destiny
Standard disclaimers apply; I don't own any Final Fantasy Tactics characters. All ideas used and original characters belong to Beware of Mage and Tsuki Ryu Productions. I don't own any of the lyrics I print; I just think they add a nicely atmospheric touch and belong to musicians whose music I adore. All excerpts from the game belong to Square. Enjoy!
Kohaku Frost
Sorry it has taken so long to update. I hope you like my fic so far, I think I'm getting better, but it would help for someone to tell me so! ^_^
I just want to take you away from everyone
And keep you stashed under my pillow
And then I'd take you out simply for my own pleasure
And wear you when the occasions special
Then I'd put you on like a diamond
So I can sparkle and be the envy of my friends
I'd proudly hold the leash that I'd have you on
So you can't stray and follow me around all day
It's too late now
I don't think it can fade
It's too real now
Fulfillment just adds fuel to the blaze
Compulsion has stained me
I'm nervously cradling our young love
Without known limits love
Like a butterfly cupped in my hands
I peek in to see beauty trapped
Confined it flutters
Then it leaves behind colorful dust
To remind me of the special times we've had
But of course it has to leave my clutch
But enough's never enough to make a dent
It's too late now
I don't think it can fade
It's too real now
Fulfillment just adds fuel to the blaze
And in time it will end
And there really isn't hope for the two of us
But right now I give in.
It's too late now
I don't think it can fade
It's too real now
Fulfillment just adds fuel to the blaze
Fulfillment just adds fuel to the
Fulfillment just adds fuel to the blaze
"Too Late" No Doubt
Rin was warm and ...comfortable? How did that happen? Death was supposed to be cold and involved the absence of all feeling. That's what the Church taught. But, more importantly, what was that pain? She shifted her more greatly injured shoulder and hissed in pain. What in all the blazing hells had happened??? Rin forced her quite unwilling body to move, and she bit back the hiss seeking to escape her lips. She paused and heard, to her horror, something moving in the same space. Something big. Something big and scaly and it sounded hungry.
The large whatever-it-was came closer to her and she could sense it reach for her, fear had paralyzed her body. She wanted to move, to scream, anything to deter the creature. Yet, as she was feeling this, another, calmer, more logical side of her mind was trying to puzzle out what the creature could be. It had wings (it had plucked her out of midair), but that meant it had to be a flotiball or...a dragon. Rin's shudder sent ripples through her long black hair. She felt the evidence click into place in her mind and she knew that unless she was gravely mistaken, she had been snatched out of thin air by a hungry dragon and said beast had taken her to it's lair, where it was planning to make a meal of her. She wondered if the rumors were true and dragons picked their teeth with the bones of their meals, or that, if it was a soul-bearing dragon, it said grace before the feast. At least, that's what the church would have the commoners believe. But maybe it would not make her food; her brother had said something about their bloodline having dragoner ancestors, perhaps it had answered the call for salvation in her time of need, responding directly to her soul? What if...the legends about dragoners were true? That the dragoner acquired the abilities of its dragon, and could assume the dragon's form at will?
Rin's heart began to beat in excitement, replacing her earlier fear. But...there had been no dragoners since St. Ajora's time. The Church had gone so far as to deny that dragoners had ever existed. The Glabados Church had demanded the presentation of all who had signs of becoming dragoners. The girls were taken to the church headquarters and there...they vanished. Most people theorized that they were executed, but that was not true for all of them. Dragoners were famous for their beauty, and many wound up as the mistresses of priests, some willing, others forced. Similar to her experiences of...when? How long had she been unconscious? How long had she been in the dragon's...care?
Rin had no more time to ponder her survival, for the dragon had picked her up with the foot of one foreleg. Rin's eyes snapped open in reflex, and she saw that she was in a large cavern, made entirely of crystal, surrounded by dragon eggs, and in the center of it all, was a deathly beautiful black dragon, holding Rin aloft. This creature was unlike the pictures of dragons she had seen in the books at the convent. Those illustrations portrayed the dragons as hideous and loathsome creatures; the reality was incomparably different. This dragon was the absolutely the most beautiful creature she had seen in her entire life; its neck was long and slender, the scales fitting together perfectly to shield the life giving esophagus and veins. The scales themselves shone like black diamonds, reflecting the light just as effortlessly as the crystals making the cavern. The wings were opened, slightly, and it appeared that the cavern would not hold the dragon's full wingspan.
Rin's examination of her captor was cut short by the dragon's study of her. Rin was lifted up by the claws of the dragon's other foreleg. She squirmed under the scrutiny, but since it seemed that the dragon was not going to eat her for breakfast, she had relaxed. The dragon rolled Rin around on its palm and studied her from all angles. It seemed satisfied with what it had seen, and it moved her over to the nearest clutch of eggs. The black dragon set her down and stepped back. It was then that Rin noticed that the eggs were moving, were about to hatch! Rin stared in horror as the egg closest to her cracked, and furious taps were coming from the inside.
***
Nyx was ecstatic to hear the call once more, and just as the last of her kind were about to hatch, too! The call of a dragoner driven to desperation by the desire to survive, the soul-born plea for a savior, the eternal summon of Dragonkind, by the last of the true Blood. The last natural Dragoner capable of summoning Nyx from her long sleep. Dragons still walked the land, but they were weak, stupid, and impossible to reason with. She had waited for thousands of years for a true Dragoner to walk the land, nurturing the eggs of her race, none of them were hers directly, and she had been too young to mate then, eager for revenge against the humans who killed the rest of her kind. The years had not dimmed her anger or calmed her fury, and she had waited for a True Dragoner to make the plea, and wake her from the dreamless sleep that had plagued her.
The human was of remarkable beauty, and power. She had been engaged in some sort of struggle, using bursts of her energy to incapacitate another human who was trying to do her harm. The girl was desperate to escape and had thrown herself to her death in hoping that she would not survive. But Nyx had caught her, flown her here to the sanctuary across the sea, and where she would wait patiently for the girl to waken and the eggs to hatch.
Nyx had despaired of ever finding a Dragoner. The Vile Institution* had tried to exterminate the Dragoners as well as the great beasts that served them, until only this one girl was left. Nyx smiled in the darkness of the cave; Ebony's clutch would hatch first, and this girl would be accepted by them, by all 19 of them! This girl would return to the land of the Vile Institution with an army of Dragons at her side; and at the sight of that grand flight, all the girls with even the thinnest Dragoner Blood would run to take their rightful place at the head of their Wings**.
The dragon's fantasy was ended by the stirring of the girl. Nyx crawled over to the figure of her catch and peered intently at her. Nyx saw with concern the wounds her claws had inadvertently made on the girl's soft shoulders. Nyx strained her ears for the sound of the girl's heartbeat, which had been racing in fear, but which was now sounding excited. ~Yesss, child, there isss nothing to fear. You are dessstined for greatnesssss, young Dragoner~*** Nyx picked the girl up, staring intently at her wounds, deeming them incapable of threatening the Dragoner's life, and set her down beside Ebony's clutch. As the eggs started to crack, Nyx felt a new surge of fear come from the girl. This would be the test, Nyx knew. If her strength was enough to overcome her fear, she would find more love and loyalty than she could ever imagine.
End Chapter Three - Salvation is Destiny
* The "Vile Institution" is the Glabados Church.
** A "Wing" of dragons is a single fighting unit, usually of three to five dragons.
*** The dragons speak like this because the tongues are forked. Duh!
R&R!!!!!
Three - Salvation is Destiny
Standard disclaimers apply; I don't own any Final Fantasy Tactics characters. All ideas used and original characters belong to Beware of Mage and Tsuki Ryu Productions. I don't own any of the lyrics I print; I just think they add a nicely atmospheric touch and belong to musicians whose music I adore. All excerpts from the game belong to Square. Enjoy!
Kohaku Frost
Sorry it has taken so long to update. I hope you like my fic so far, I think I'm getting better, but it would help for someone to tell me so! ^_^
I just want to take you away from everyone
And keep you stashed under my pillow
And then I'd take you out simply for my own pleasure
And wear you when the occasions special
Then I'd put you on like a diamond
So I can sparkle and be the envy of my friends
I'd proudly hold the leash that I'd have you on
So you can't stray and follow me around all day
It's too late now
I don't think it can fade
It's too real now
Fulfillment just adds fuel to the blaze
Compulsion has stained me
I'm nervously cradling our young love
Without known limits love
Like a butterfly cupped in my hands
I peek in to see beauty trapped
Confined it flutters
Then it leaves behind colorful dust
To remind me of the special times we've had
But of course it has to leave my clutch
But enough's never enough to make a dent
It's too late now
I don't think it can fade
It's too real now
Fulfillment just adds fuel to the blaze
And in time it will end
And there really isn't hope for the two of us
But right now I give in.
It's too late now
I don't think it can fade
It's too real now
Fulfillment just adds fuel to the blaze
Fulfillment just adds fuel to the
Fulfillment just adds fuel to the blaze
"Too Late" No Doubt
Rin was warm and ...comfortable? How did that happen? Death was supposed to be cold and involved the absence of all feeling. That's what the Church taught. But, more importantly, what was that pain? She shifted her more greatly injured shoulder and hissed in pain. What in all the blazing hells had happened??? Rin forced her quite unwilling body to move, and she bit back the hiss seeking to escape her lips. She paused and heard, to her horror, something moving in the same space. Something big. Something big and scaly and it sounded hungry.
The large whatever-it-was came closer to her and she could sense it reach for her, fear had paralyzed her body. She wanted to move, to scream, anything to deter the creature. Yet, as she was feeling this, another, calmer, more logical side of her mind was trying to puzzle out what the creature could be. It had wings (it had plucked her out of midair), but that meant it had to be a flotiball or...a dragon. Rin's shudder sent ripples through her long black hair. She felt the evidence click into place in her mind and she knew that unless she was gravely mistaken, she had been snatched out of thin air by a hungry dragon and said beast had taken her to it's lair, where it was planning to make a meal of her. She wondered if the rumors were true and dragons picked their teeth with the bones of their meals, or that, if it was a soul-bearing dragon, it said grace before the feast. At least, that's what the church would have the commoners believe. But maybe it would not make her food; her brother had said something about their bloodline having dragoner ancestors, perhaps it had answered the call for salvation in her time of need, responding directly to her soul? What if...the legends about dragoners were true? That the dragoner acquired the abilities of its dragon, and could assume the dragon's form at will?
Rin's heart began to beat in excitement, replacing her earlier fear. But...there had been no dragoners since St. Ajora's time. The Church had gone so far as to deny that dragoners had ever existed. The Glabados Church had demanded the presentation of all who had signs of becoming dragoners. The girls were taken to the church headquarters and there...they vanished. Most people theorized that they were executed, but that was not true for all of them. Dragoners were famous for their beauty, and many wound up as the mistresses of priests, some willing, others forced. Similar to her experiences of...when? How long had she been unconscious? How long had she been in the dragon's...care?
Rin had no more time to ponder her survival, for the dragon had picked her up with the foot of one foreleg. Rin's eyes snapped open in reflex, and she saw that she was in a large cavern, made entirely of crystal, surrounded by dragon eggs, and in the center of it all, was a deathly beautiful black dragon, holding Rin aloft. This creature was unlike the pictures of dragons she had seen in the books at the convent. Those illustrations portrayed the dragons as hideous and loathsome creatures; the reality was incomparably different. This dragon was the absolutely the most beautiful creature she had seen in her entire life; its neck was long and slender, the scales fitting together perfectly to shield the life giving esophagus and veins. The scales themselves shone like black diamonds, reflecting the light just as effortlessly as the crystals making the cavern. The wings were opened, slightly, and it appeared that the cavern would not hold the dragon's full wingspan.
Rin's examination of her captor was cut short by the dragon's study of her. Rin was lifted up by the claws of the dragon's other foreleg. She squirmed under the scrutiny, but since it seemed that the dragon was not going to eat her for breakfast, she had relaxed. The dragon rolled Rin around on its palm and studied her from all angles. It seemed satisfied with what it had seen, and it moved her over to the nearest clutch of eggs. The black dragon set her down and stepped back. It was then that Rin noticed that the eggs were moving, were about to hatch! Rin stared in horror as the egg closest to her cracked, and furious taps were coming from the inside.
***
Nyx was ecstatic to hear the call once more, and just as the last of her kind were about to hatch, too! The call of a dragoner driven to desperation by the desire to survive, the soul-born plea for a savior, the eternal summon of Dragonkind, by the last of the true Blood. The last natural Dragoner capable of summoning Nyx from her long sleep. Dragons still walked the land, but they were weak, stupid, and impossible to reason with. She had waited for thousands of years for a true Dragoner to walk the land, nurturing the eggs of her race, none of them were hers directly, and she had been too young to mate then, eager for revenge against the humans who killed the rest of her kind. The years had not dimmed her anger or calmed her fury, and she had waited for a True Dragoner to make the plea, and wake her from the dreamless sleep that had plagued her.
The human was of remarkable beauty, and power. She had been engaged in some sort of struggle, using bursts of her energy to incapacitate another human who was trying to do her harm. The girl was desperate to escape and had thrown herself to her death in hoping that she would not survive. But Nyx had caught her, flown her here to the sanctuary across the sea, and where she would wait patiently for the girl to waken and the eggs to hatch.
Nyx had despaired of ever finding a Dragoner. The Vile Institution* had tried to exterminate the Dragoners as well as the great beasts that served them, until only this one girl was left. Nyx smiled in the darkness of the cave; Ebony's clutch would hatch first, and this girl would be accepted by them, by all 19 of them! This girl would return to the land of the Vile Institution with an army of Dragons at her side; and at the sight of that grand flight, all the girls with even the thinnest Dragoner Blood would run to take their rightful place at the head of their Wings**.
The dragon's fantasy was ended by the stirring of the girl. Nyx crawled over to the figure of her catch and peered intently at her. Nyx saw with concern the wounds her claws had inadvertently made on the girl's soft shoulders. Nyx strained her ears for the sound of the girl's heartbeat, which had been racing in fear, but which was now sounding excited. ~Yesss, child, there isss nothing to fear. You are dessstined for greatnesssss, young Dragoner~*** Nyx picked the girl up, staring intently at her wounds, deeming them incapable of threatening the Dragoner's life, and set her down beside Ebony's clutch. As the eggs started to crack, Nyx felt a new surge of fear come from the girl. This would be the test, Nyx knew. If her strength was enough to overcome her fear, she would find more love and loyalty than she could ever imagine.
End Chapter Three - Salvation is Destiny
* The "Vile Institution" is the Glabados Church.
** A "Wing" of dragons is a single fighting unit, usually of three to five dragons.
*** The dragons speak like this because the tongues are forked. Duh!
R&R!!!!!