When Dragoons meet,
Blood will flow.
When they fight,
Time will slow.
Legend Of The Dragoon
Prologue A Chance Discovery
Alexander Lavelle Harris sat there, he'd been asked, no ordered, to stop helping his friends. He had helped, saving them in a way that they would never know about.
He watched the rising sun with a slight smile on his face, they wouldn't be able to stop him if he did it on his own. He had some sources that he knew since before his "friends" had abandoned him. Mainly they would supply books and weapons to fuel his fight, and he knew a few people to call in for backup.
Xander wandered through the woods in the park, the early morning sun filling the place, giving it an ethereal feel to it. He felt good, only a few days before he would be walking home, probably with a lot of pain after playing distraction for Buffy.
He glanced skywards at the fading moon in the distance, he grinned slightly just before falling face first into the dirt. His foot was aching and he glanced at it as he rolled over and sat up. A glistening stone the size of his fist sat there, it seemed to flash for a moment as he grabbed it and held it, staring into it's facets with wide eyes.
Something seemed to flash within him for a moment, a sensation of power the sight of a creature large enough to flatten Sunnydale, not even Buffy or any other slayer, nor magic would be enough to stop it, a name filled his thoughts for just that instant, Divine Dragon. Then another as an image of himself in odd armor passed through his thoughts, Divine Dragoon.
Slowly, his mind cleared as he pocketed the stone and climbed to his feet, it was just too plain weird, even for the hellmouth. He brushed himself off and started on his merry way home, it was just going to be one of those days.
Relaxing, as he stepped through the door into his new home, a small house that he'd obtained through one of the people he'd saved three days before. The lady had been inspecting it as it had belonged to her brother before he'd "vanished" and Xander terminated the demon using her brothers body as it tried to kill her, she gave him the house and everything in it as a thank you gift. He had moved in the next day, the guy had apparently been a big collector of weaponry and books, and was a wanna be vampire hunter, a lucky break for him as it were.
He slipped the sheathed katana off his back and placed it on the table to be cleaned and oiled down as he hung his coat up on the hook. He felt the cold weight of the stone in his pocket and shrugged, depositing it next to the blade as he walked to the bedroom to catch some shut eye, as he silently praised whatever god was out there that it was Saturday.
He practically dove into bed and was out like a light almost before he touched the sheets.
Rupert Guiles flipped through one of the books Wesley had brought with him when he showed up, one of them had a smaller book tucked away within in that had fallen out, but he couldn't find it, it had contained a prophecy he had copied to another sheet of paper to be translated, the rest of the book was just stories about winged warriors and dragons, sketches of winged knights doing battle with other winged figures. But the prophecy contained within fit something else he had read, another prophecy that had already happened, that was just a short part, the opening few lines of the full one that had been contained within that book.
He glanced down at the papers scattered on his desk and scribbled a few more notes down on a sheet of notebook paper, working on translating the rest of the prophecy. But then he stopped as he noticed that it couldn't be right, it made mention of a myth, eight warriors bound with the powers of the dragons to safeguard the world, not dragons like had filled more recent legends, ones of power that could destroy the world if the would still remain alive, and they guarded another creature, the dragon queen herself, Alexstraza.
That creature herself was something impossible, born of the power of the enemies of the old dragons, but transformed by the sacrifice of two, she slept within the Silver Star above the planet, her essence split between three divine beings, and guarded by her four children.
It was all a myth, one that seemed to come from the same time as the slayer line was started. But he glanced back at what he had already translated.
When the protector of humanity is cast out, He shall find an older strength than before. The power of the divine one will be his guide, And with it a dragon knight will once more fly. And so the last of the spirits shall be the first, He shall herald the arrival of the seven. When all eight dragoons shall fly, A darkness of ages lost shall return. The great queen shall see the sorrow, The blood of the innocent shall call her forth. Her maiden flight shall be cut short, And a power born shall join the protectors love. Nine dragon warriors shall join as one, Nine powers gathered under the stars. To fly or die in the battle to come, Nothing will remain the same.
Legend Of The Dragoon
Prologue A Chance Discovery
Alexander Lavelle Harris sat there, he'd been asked, no ordered, to stop helping his friends. He had helped, saving them in a way that they would never know about.
He watched the rising sun with a slight smile on his face, they wouldn't be able to stop him if he did it on his own. He had some sources that he knew since before his "friends" had abandoned him. Mainly they would supply books and weapons to fuel his fight, and he knew a few people to call in for backup.
Xander wandered through the woods in the park, the early morning sun filling the place, giving it an ethereal feel to it. He felt good, only a few days before he would be walking home, probably with a lot of pain after playing distraction for Buffy.
He glanced skywards at the fading moon in the distance, he grinned slightly just before falling face first into the dirt. His foot was aching and he glanced at it as he rolled over and sat up. A glistening stone the size of his fist sat there, it seemed to flash for a moment as he grabbed it and held it, staring into it's facets with wide eyes.
Something seemed to flash within him for a moment, a sensation of power the sight of a creature large enough to flatten Sunnydale, not even Buffy or any other slayer, nor magic would be enough to stop it, a name filled his thoughts for just that instant, Divine Dragon. Then another as an image of himself in odd armor passed through his thoughts, Divine Dragoon.
Slowly, his mind cleared as he pocketed the stone and climbed to his feet, it was just too plain weird, even for the hellmouth. He brushed himself off and started on his merry way home, it was just going to be one of those days.
Relaxing, as he stepped through the door into his new home, a small house that he'd obtained through one of the people he'd saved three days before. The lady had been inspecting it as it had belonged to her brother before he'd "vanished" and Xander terminated the demon using her brothers body as it tried to kill her, she gave him the house and everything in it as a thank you gift. He had moved in the next day, the guy had apparently been a big collector of weaponry and books, and was a wanna be vampire hunter, a lucky break for him as it were.
He slipped the sheathed katana off his back and placed it on the table to be cleaned and oiled down as he hung his coat up on the hook. He felt the cold weight of the stone in his pocket and shrugged, depositing it next to the blade as he walked to the bedroom to catch some shut eye, as he silently praised whatever god was out there that it was Saturday.
He practically dove into bed and was out like a light almost before he touched the sheets.
Rupert Guiles flipped through one of the books Wesley had brought with him when he showed up, one of them had a smaller book tucked away within in that had fallen out, but he couldn't find it, it had contained a prophecy he had copied to another sheet of paper to be translated, the rest of the book was just stories about winged warriors and dragons, sketches of winged knights doing battle with other winged figures. But the prophecy contained within fit something else he had read, another prophecy that had already happened, that was just a short part, the opening few lines of the full one that had been contained within that book.
He glanced down at the papers scattered on his desk and scribbled a few more notes down on a sheet of notebook paper, working on translating the rest of the prophecy. But then he stopped as he noticed that it couldn't be right, it made mention of a myth, eight warriors bound with the powers of the dragons to safeguard the world, not dragons like had filled more recent legends, ones of power that could destroy the world if the would still remain alive, and they guarded another creature, the dragon queen herself, Alexstraza.
That creature herself was something impossible, born of the power of the enemies of the old dragons, but transformed by the sacrifice of two, she slept within the Silver Star above the planet, her essence split between three divine beings, and guarded by her four children.
It was all a myth, one that seemed to come from the same time as the slayer line was started. But he glanced back at what he had already translated.
When the protector of humanity is cast out, He shall find an older strength than before. The power of the divine one will be his guide, And with it a dragon knight will once more fly. And so the last of the spirits shall be the first, He shall herald the arrival of the seven. When all eight dragoons shall fly, A darkness of ages lost shall return. The great queen shall see the sorrow, The blood of the innocent shall call her forth. Her maiden flight shall be cut short, And a power born shall join the protectors love. Nine dragon warriors shall join as one, Nine powers gathered under the stars. To fly or die in the battle to come, Nothing will remain the same.