The Journey that seeks the past ends.
And the journey to discover today begins.
Unleash the spirit of the Dragoons.
And Discover your destiny.
Legend Of The Dragoon
Chapter 1 Transformation Of Fate
Xander's head was making it's way towards a migraine as he flipped through yet one more of the books he had, and still there was no mention of the stone. He was still enraptured by it, the gem seemed to be alive with swirling lights and it glowed when he held it.
With a sigh, he tossed the book onto the couch in frustration. He'd gone through just about every book he had and still came up with zilch, nada, nothing. It was as if it was hiding its secrets or something, almost to the point where he would have sworn it was laughing at him.
He shrugged as he grabbed the chain he had hooked to it and put it back on, the rock never left his sight or person ever since he'd found it, something told him that it was powerful, he just didn't know how or why it was.
Grabbing his weapons and coat, he slipped into the streets to work off his frustration at the way things were going with the research. He was hoping that he wouldn't be forced to involve his former friends.
Walking calmly through the night, dressed in leather reinforced with armored plates, he felt the reassuring weight of the stakes and his sword, it calmed him down to his present state. He felt as if he was filled with an almost casual confidence that would have scared off most who realized what he was carrying and what he hunted.
His path led him through the graveyards, though he spotted no sign of any trouble, an unusual situation, but he reminded himself that his former allies were also out hunting the creatures of the night.
Then, as per the usual, everything went wrong at once. A dozen or so vampires and a demon of a type he had never seen before charged him as he passed through a collection of mausoleums and monuments. With a deceptively slow and practiced motion, he drew a stake with his off hand and his katana with his right, a two weapon style he had been working on since he had obtained the blade.
"Come on boys," Xander chuckled as they came to a halt, not used to any resistance, "Don't stop now, the party has just started."
They shrugged and charged, the demon holding back, watching and waiting.
He decapitated two and staked a third before they reached him. He felt his mind shift to a calm center as he let the memories within him rise to the surface, the instincts boosting his strength and speed, but the weapons skills were what he wanted as he entered the deadly melee, the powers granted by the past possessions, that gave him an edge, one he needed to just survive, though it let him thrive.
Four more died quickly as Xander fell back to a corner as another dozen vampires entered the fight as well as the demon itself. He knew that he was in trouble, the stake was knocked out of his hand and he felt his ribs break, the pain was filling him and he collapsed, the vampires backing away to allow the demon to make the kill.
"You humans are pathetic," it laughed as it hefted an axe from it's back and spun it in a lazy figure eight, "Such easy prey, but you did manage to impress me for your kind, although the vampires are almost as soft as you are, but you shall have a clean death for that if nothing else."
Xander grimaced and swallowed hard and closed his eyes, waiting for the end to come. It was then that a new energy flooded through him, filling him with a strange power unlike anything he had ever felt before.
His eyes snapped open as he climbed to his feet, the demon stumbling backwards.
In his head he felt memories appear within him, memories of a creature, the Divine Dragon, and some of it's past, and then the energy burst forth, surrounding and encasing him in a dazzling display of raw power.
"What?" he gasped as he felt the stone rise against his shirt and then exit the neck, still connected by the chain as he hovered midair, his back arched as he felt the power raging within him, the raw energy of the king of all dragons.
Then he could see no more, the light blinding him, changing him in a blur and a primal scream. He felt the air swirling around him and the call of the winds.
Then the light burst outwards as his eyes cleared, watching the wave of white light ignite the vampires as if it were the light of the sun. The air was full of dust as he looked down to see the ground and the demon staggering to it's feet below him. It was then that he realized that he was hovering about twenty feet above the ground.
He glanced down at his body, noticing the armor that he had seen in his visions when he found the stone. The mighty wings spread behind him fluttering a slow cadence and his blade had transformed.
"Whoa," he whispered to himself, "Dragoon time."
He glanced back at the demon, cowering as it tried to crawl away, its massive, muscled and armored form standing out in his sight as something, a bit of knowledge hit the tip of his tongue, a slight surge of power and the grin widened. It was a feral smile, one that told of the pain the monster would face.
A phrase filled his thoughts and he roared it as the surge of power filled him.
"Star Saber!" he screamed as the energy cascade surrounded his katana, exploding from the gem in the breastplate.
Lunging forwards and past the monster as a blur, a single, fluid slash with the blade as he passed by the stunned creature, cleaving both it and it's axe in two. He skidded to a stop and spun to see the demon collapse to the ground with a wed thud as its parts rolled apart.
A scrabbling drew his attention to a vampire that had escaped his light burst, but he let it go, no point in chasing something that would warn the other monsters that a dragoon was now on the hellmouth.
Relaxing slightly, the power faded and a burst of light revealed his normal clothes and self once more. He picked up his stake and sighed slightly, he hadn't gotten anything save what was on the demon.
Digging through the corpses pockets, he found some cash as well as a few items to sell or keep, including an odd dagger that could quite possibly be magical.
"Xander!" he heard a scream and spun to see a blond and a redhead rushing after him, "How dare you! We told you to stay out of this!"
He smirked and started to walk away as he tucked the gem back into his shirt, "I don't answer to you, I do what I want."
"I'm the slayer, you'll do what I say," the blond yelled at him.
"Keep thinking that Buffy," he shot back, not bothering to turn back, "I can do as I please, you can't control me."
"How dare you!" the red maned girl snapped, "You're the normal one, no special powers or anything, so in this our say goes."
"Sorry Wills," he hissed, "But you have no way of stopping me, if you try I'll deal with it in a way you won't expect."
"Xander!" she yelled at him.
"Sorry, but, I'm not listening to anymore of this crap, we're through, goodbye."
He ignored their protests as he walked away, his smile gone, realizing that there was no going back.
Slamming the door of his house behind him, Xander cleared off a chair by pushing his backpack off and tossing his weapons and coat to the couch.
"Damn it," he hissed as he realized he'd spilled the entire contents of his pack and reached down to clean up the mess.
His gloved hand paused on one of the books, one he'd picked up off the floor in the library and had found the sketches inside to be interesting, it had been so long ago it seemed, but only two weeks earlier, a week before he'd found the gem.
Glancing at the title, his eyes lit up, he understood it now, before it just looked like scribbles, but now he understood.
It read, Records of the Dragon Campaign and the Destruction of the Virage Embryo.
Legend Of The Dragoon
Chapter 1 Transformation Of Fate
Xander's head was making it's way towards a migraine as he flipped through yet one more of the books he had, and still there was no mention of the stone. He was still enraptured by it, the gem seemed to be alive with swirling lights and it glowed when he held it.
With a sigh, he tossed the book onto the couch in frustration. He'd gone through just about every book he had and still came up with zilch, nada, nothing. It was as if it was hiding its secrets or something, almost to the point where he would have sworn it was laughing at him.
He shrugged as he grabbed the chain he had hooked to it and put it back on, the rock never left his sight or person ever since he'd found it, something told him that it was powerful, he just didn't know how or why it was.
Grabbing his weapons and coat, he slipped into the streets to work off his frustration at the way things were going with the research. He was hoping that he wouldn't be forced to involve his former friends.
Walking calmly through the night, dressed in leather reinforced with armored plates, he felt the reassuring weight of the stakes and his sword, it calmed him down to his present state. He felt as if he was filled with an almost casual confidence that would have scared off most who realized what he was carrying and what he hunted.
His path led him through the graveyards, though he spotted no sign of any trouble, an unusual situation, but he reminded himself that his former allies were also out hunting the creatures of the night.
Then, as per the usual, everything went wrong at once. A dozen or so vampires and a demon of a type he had never seen before charged him as he passed through a collection of mausoleums and monuments. With a deceptively slow and practiced motion, he drew a stake with his off hand and his katana with his right, a two weapon style he had been working on since he had obtained the blade.
"Come on boys," Xander chuckled as they came to a halt, not used to any resistance, "Don't stop now, the party has just started."
They shrugged and charged, the demon holding back, watching and waiting.
He decapitated two and staked a third before they reached him. He felt his mind shift to a calm center as he let the memories within him rise to the surface, the instincts boosting his strength and speed, but the weapons skills were what he wanted as he entered the deadly melee, the powers granted by the past possessions, that gave him an edge, one he needed to just survive, though it let him thrive.
Four more died quickly as Xander fell back to a corner as another dozen vampires entered the fight as well as the demon itself. He knew that he was in trouble, the stake was knocked out of his hand and he felt his ribs break, the pain was filling him and he collapsed, the vampires backing away to allow the demon to make the kill.
"You humans are pathetic," it laughed as it hefted an axe from it's back and spun it in a lazy figure eight, "Such easy prey, but you did manage to impress me for your kind, although the vampires are almost as soft as you are, but you shall have a clean death for that if nothing else."
Xander grimaced and swallowed hard and closed his eyes, waiting for the end to come. It was then that a new energy flooded through him, filling him with a strange power unlike anything he had ever felt before.
His eyes snapped open as he climbed to his feet, the demon stumbling backwards.
In his head he felt memories appear within him, memories of a creature, the Divine Dragon, and some of it's past, and then the energy burst forth, surrounding and encasing him in a dazzling display of raw power.
"What?" he gasped as he felt the stone rise against his shirt and then exit the neck, still connected by the chain as he hovered midair, his back arched as he felt the power raging within him, the raw energy of the king of all dragons.
Then he could see no more, the light blinding him, changing him in a blur and a primal scream. He felt the air swirling around him and the call of the winds.
Then the light burst outwards as his eyes cleared, watching the wave of white light ignite the vampires as if it were the light of the sun. The air was full of dust as he looked down to see the ground and the demon staggering to it's feet below him. It was then that he realized that he was hovering about twenty feet above the ground.
He glanced down at his body, noticing the armor that he had seen in his visions when he found the stone. The mighty wings spread behind him fluttering a slow cadence and his blade had transformed.
"Whoa," he whispered to himself, "Dragoon time."
He glanced back at the demon, cowering as it tried to crawl away, its massive, muscled and armored form standing out in his sight as something, a bit of knowledge hit the tip of his tongue, a slight surge of power and the grin widened. It was a feral smile, one that told of the pain the monster would face.
A phrase filled his thoughts and he roared it as the surge of power filled him.
"Star Saber!" he screamed as the energy cascade surrounded his katana, exploding from the gem in the breastplate.
Lunging forwards and past the monster as a blur, a single, fluid slash with the blade as he passed by the stunned creature, cleaving both it and it's axe in two. He skidded to a stop and spun to see the demon collapse to the ground with a wed thud as its parts rolled apart.
A scrabbling drew his attention to a vampire that had escaped his light burst, but he let it go, no point in chasing something that would warn the other monsters that a dragoon was now on the hellmouth.
Relaxing slightly, the power faded and a burst of light revealed his normal clothes and self once more. He picked up his stake and sighed slightly, he hadn't gotten anything save what was on the demon.
Digging through the corpses pockets, he found some cash as well as a few items to sell or keep, including an odd dagger that could quite possibly be magical.
"Xander!" he heard a scream and spun to see a blond and a redhead rushing after him, "How dare you! We told you to stay out of this!"
He smirked and started to walk away as he tucked the gem back into his shirt, "I don't answer to you, I do what I want."
"I'm the slayer, you'll do what I say," the blond yelled at him.
"Keep thinking that Buffy," he shot back, not bothering to turn back, "I can do as I please, you can't control me."
"How dare you!" the red maned girl snapped, "You're the normal one, no special powers or anything, so in this our say goes."
"Sorry Wills," he hissed, "But you have no way of stopping me, if you try I'll deal with it in a way you won't expect."
"Xander!" she yelled at him.
"Sorry, but, I'm not listening to anymore of this crap, we're through, goodbye."
He ignored their protests as he walked away, his smile gone, realizing that there was no going back.
Slamming the door of his house behind him, Xander cleared off a chair by pushing his backpack off and tossing his weapons and coat to the couch.
"Damn it," he hissed as he realized he'd spilled the entire contents of his pack and reached down to clean up the mess.
His gloved hand paused on one of the books, one he'd picked up off the floor in the library and had found the sketches inside to be interesting, it had been so long ago it seemed, but only two weeks earlier, a week before he'd found the gem.
Glancing at the title, his eyes lit up, he understood it now, before it just looked like scribbles, but now he understood.
It read, Records of the Dragon Campaign and the Destruction of the Virage Embryo.