Chapter One
Burmecia; Main Area; Late Morning
Freya stood atop the roof of an older building. Parts of the stone roof had chipped away from neglect and old age, but most of it stood standing. Rain fell rather harshly to the ground, signifying the fierce winter that was too come. Despite its harshness, though, the rain could not corrode the waterproof paint of the buildings. Something else had done that only a year ago...
Everything in the kingdom was not in Freya's standstill. Burmecians hustled through the streets, carrying stone, wood, and tools. Most of them headed toward the main castle wall, but a few stayed behind and worked on their own houses. Their efforts held determination; not one Burmecian wanted their once gorgeous kingdom to stay in the state it was in: a complete disaster.
Huge walls surrounded the ruined kingdoms. They had been built in three months thanks to everyone's effort. They were strong, gorgeous, and sported a huge iron gate that was operated by two Burmecian soldiers. This iron gate had been built to keep out intruders and prevent another attack. It was a shame they were not being used for that purpose.
"The rebuilding is going well," Fratley commented. He sat on the roof casually, looking across the city.
No response escaped Freya. She stared at the street nine feet below her. She could easily make that jump. She'd made longer jumps before. Yet she could also squash someone flat, and that made her look for a different way to get down from the roof and its gloomy view.
"Bored?" Fratley asked, staring up at Freya. He read her face. "No, not bored. Gloomy. Why? The rebuilding is going well."
"The scars stay," Freya said quietly, sadly.
Fratley stared at Freya for a few moments before he decided she was best alone. Freya carefully walked along the slick roof and stared down into a cramped alley. It was full of boxes, rubble, and other junk. Freya carefully slid into the alley and began to walk through.
Where to go? Each area in Burmecia, especially the alley she walked, showed off the gloom of the city. Freya sighed, staring at the forever cloudy sky. Rain fell onto her face and soon one sleek drop touched Freya's eyes. Freya snorted as she lowered her face.
Aren't you the smart one, she thought to herself. Stare at the rain and blind yourself. Yes, you're smart, all right.
Somehow, Freya felt better. She made her way through the alley and out into the street. She found herself staring at the great iron gate. To her surprise, they were open. Freya gave this some thought; she swore the gatesmen had closed them before they headed off to work.
A slight rush of air behind Freya startled her. Her ears twitched as she heard someone race by. The person was evidently wearing footwear. Freya stared at the iron gate. Had someone unknown entered the city?
The rush of air came, followed by the footsteps. They were closer. Freya tensed, and when she felt the air, she turned around.
Someone plowed his or her fist into her face. Freya staggered backward, startled. She saw the next attack, however, and looked the person in the eye.
They weren't Burmecian. Instead, they were human. Completely clad in black, the male was undistinguishable. His face was hidden except a pair of cold, black eyes where you could not see where the iris ended and the pupil began. Freya could see a sword strapped to his thigh. He reminded Freya of a ninja, and she was evidently his target.
The human rushed to attack Freya, who just managed to dodge.
"Who are you?" Freya asked. She knew that he wouldn't tell, or care to tell, but it didn't hurt.
The human didn't blink. He instead slowly approached.
"I'm hell's guardian," he said coldly. He then kicked Freya hard in the stomach.
Freya slipped and fell. She rolled out of the human's way and took out her spear. She then rushed forward and tried to slash the human with it. The human took out his sword and deflected Freya's attack with ease. He then moved in to slash Freya. Freya held up her spear and was shocked when she was barely able to deflect the attack. She backed up a bit, then took a deep breath. Freya held her spear out in front of her and it began to glow white. The human rushed forward, but the white energy knocked him back. Freya then raced toward the human and slashed him with her charged spear. She was completely caught off-guard when the attack made a mere cut. Thankfully, the extra energy burst made the "wound" slightly larger.
What was going on? Freya was usually an excellent fighter. How come she could only scratch this human?
The human ran towards Freya and moved to cut her chest open with his sword. Freya leapt out of the way. She looked over at the cramped alley gloomily. She then raced out of the human's way and leapt straight into the alley. She couldn't have made a worse move.
The human followed Freya into the cramped alley. Freya was carefully moving over boxes, wondering how she could use the junk to make a barrier. Soon, she saw the remains of a statue that had been moved to the alley. Freya leapt behind it, protecting most of her body. Her head and neck were not protecting, but that was okay. She felt that her move should hinder the human.
The thought was extinguished when the human cast a fire spell and knocked Freya straight into a huge pile of boxes. She and the boxes crashed to the floor. A heavy box slammed into Freya's stomach. Freya let out a soft cry of pain and tried to move. Unfortunately, the box had pinned her.
Freya heard the human walk over and soon saw him staring at her. He then kicked her in the back of the head. Freya's mind spun, and it continued to spin when another kick was delivered. Freya slowly lifted a hand and punched the human. He didn't seem to notice, but he did give Freya an extra hard kick.
Dizzy, Freya managed to lift her feet and place them under the box. She carefully threw the box of her stomach and slid backwards and out of the human's range. Her head smashed into another box, but it was thankfully empty. Carefully, Freya rose to her feet, only to be smacked in the face by the human.
Freya leapt out of the alley and slid onto the ground. She watched the human carefully, only to find him following with absolutely no problems. Freya's eyes narrowed; she was getting frustrated. She rose to her feet and looked for her spear. Her eyes widened when she looked more closely at the human. He had her spear; she had dropped it in the alley.
A few Burmecians stopped walking and stared at the situation with confusion. Their confusion turned to slight panic when the human raced forward and shoved Freya into a building. Freya shook her head and lifted her hand.
"Power of the heavens, release the power of the mighty warriors," Freya shouted.
A dragon symbol appeared under the human's feet, and a dragon spirit plowed through him, sending a fiery explosion. The human snarled with pain, and Freya noted that she had managed to do some damage. Her satisfaction soon faded, however, for the human could still move quickly and attack. He did exactly that; he sent Freya's own spear into her shoulder.
Freya struggled to remove her spear, and received a fist to the head for trying. Soon, however, Freya managed to remove her spear. She quickly put it away, then began to run. She knew she was at a loss.
The human raced forward and plowed his fist into the back of Freya's head. Freya spun on her feet, dizzy, and slammed into the ground. The final crash made Freya's senses fail. She fell unconscious.
The human had little time to celebrate his victory. Three Burmecians drew weapons. The human readied his sword. Before he could do anything, however, a ball of white energy nailed him. He fell to the ground and soon found Fratley standing over him.
"GET OUT OF HERE!" Fratley roared angrily.
The human rose to his feet and stared coldly at Fratley.
"This is only the beginning," he said with hostility.
The human then vanished. Fratley immediately knelt down beside Freya. She was bleeding slightly out of the back of the head. Her face was bruised and swollen, and the side of her head also appeared to be swelling. Fratley hung his head.
"Is she all right?" A Burmecian by the name of Gray asked.
"I don't know..." Fratley said, shaking his head.
Another Burmecian ran into the fray. "What's going on?"
"Freya was attacked," Gray said.
"Well, that is a new one," the Burmecian commented. He looked over at Gray. "Who was the attacker?"
"No idea. Some guy dressed in black. Reminded me of a ninja," another Burmecian named Doyle commented. "Talking in full sentences would probably be most appropriate, Doyle. You're not four," the Burmecian commented.
"Shut up, Puck," an older Burmecian Aireff grunted. "Who are you, King of the World?"
"No, but I am King of Burmecia," Puck said, eyes glowering with annoyance. "I would look into this matter later. When Freya wakes, tell me."
"Yes, 'sir.' I can't believe I'm listening to a kid, 'sir'," Aireff grunted.
"Is it my fault my father died? No. Besides, I'm eleven. That's not exactly a kid," Puck snorted. He looked over at Gray. "Lock the gates."
Puck then walked away. Fratley lifted Freya into his arms and stared at Puck as he left.
"Too bad," he muttered. "He could be spending his life as a kid and not a king..."
Fratley walked away while Aireff turned to Gray.
"You mean the gates aren't locked?" Aireff asked.
Gray fidgeted nervously, staring at the ground.
"I-I didn't think they needed to be locked."
I know, I know, this chapter stinks a bit. I promise I'll try to make the other chapters a bit more interesting and more true-to-personality.
Story copyright to me, characters, setting, world, etc. copyright to Sqaure- Enix, except for those few like Meaner, Julius, and... Well, never mind. Everything's copyright to something, so don't steal.
Burmecia; Main Area; Late Morning
Freya stood atop the roof of an older building. Parts of the stone roof had chipped away from neglect and old age, but most of it stood standing. Rain fell rather harshly to the ground, signifying the fierce winter that was too come. Despite its harshness, though, the rain could not corrode the waterproof paint of the buildings. Something else had done that only a year ago...
Everything in the kingdom was not in Freya's standstill. Burmecians hustled through the streets, carrying stone, wood, and tools. Most of them headed toward the main castle wall, but a few stayed behind and worked on their own houses. Their efforts held determination; not one Burmecian wanted their once gorgeous kingdom to stay in the state it was in: a complete disaster.
Huge walls surrounded the ruined kingdoms. They had been built in three months thanks to everyone's effort. They were strong, gorgeous, and sported a huge iron gate that was operated by two Burmecian soldiers. This iron gate had been built to keep out intruders and prevent another attack. It was a shame they were not being used for that purpose.
"The rebuilding is going well," Fratley commented. He sat on the roof casually, looking across the city.
No response escaped Freya. She stared at the street nine feet below her. She could easily make that jump. She'd made longer jumps before. Yet she could also squash someone flat, and that made her look for a different way to get down from the roof and its gloomy view.
"Bored?" Fratley asked, staring up at Freya. He read her face. "No, not bored. Gloomy. Why? The rebuilding is going well."
"The scars stay," Freya said quietly, sadly.
Fratley stared at Freya for a few moments before he decided she was best alone. Freya carefully walked along the slick roof and stared down into a cramped alley. It was full of boxes, rubble, and other junk. Freya carefully slid into the alley and began to walk through.
Where to go? Each area in Burmecia, especially the alley she walked, showed off the gloom of the city. Freya sighed, staring at the forever cloudy sky. Rain fell onto her face and soon one sleek drop touched Freya's eyes. Freya snorted as she lowered her face.
Aren't you the smart one, she thought to herself. Stare at the rain and blind yourself. Yes, you're smart, all right.
Somehow, Freya felt better. She made her way through the alley and out into the street. She found herself staring at the great iron gate. To her surprise, they were open. Freya gave this some thought; she swore the gatesmen had closed them before they headed off to work.
A slight rush of air behind Freya startled her. Her ears twitched as she heard someone race by. The person was evidently wearing footwear. Freya stared at the iron gate. Had someone unknown entered the city?
The rush of air came, followed by the footsteps. They were closer. Freya tensed, and when she felt the air, she turned around.
Someone plowed his or her fist into her face. Freya staggered backward, startled. She saw the next attack, however, and looked the person in the eye.
They weren't Burmecian. Instead, they were human. Completely clad in black, the male was undistinguishable. His face was hidden except a pair of cold, black eyes where you could not see where the iris ended and the pupil began. Freya could see a sword strapped to his thigh. He reminded Freya of a ninja, and she was evidently his target.
The human rushed to attack Freya, who just managed to dodge.
"Who are you?" Freya asked. She knew that he wouldn't tell, or care to tell, but it didn't hurt.
The human didn't blink. He instead slowly approached.
"I'm hell's guardian," he said coldly. He then kicked Freya hard in the stomach.
Freya slipped and fell. She rolled out of the human's way and took out her spear. She then rushed forward and tried to slash the human with it. The human took out his sword and deflected Freya's attack with ease. He then moved in to slash Freya. Freya held up her spear and was shocked when she was barely able to deflect the attack. She backed up a bit, then took a deep breath. Freya held her spear out in front of her and it began to glow white. The human rushed forward, but the white energy knocked him back. Freya then raced toward the human and slashed him with her charged spear. She was completely caught off-guard when the attack made a mere cut. Thankfully, the extra energy burst made the "wound" slightly larger.
What was going on? Freya was usually an excellent fighter. How come she could only scratch this human?
The human ran towards Freya and moved to cut her chest open with his sword. Freya leapt out of the way. She looked over at the cramped alley gloomily. She then raced out of the human's way and leapt straight into the alley. She couldn't have made a worse move.
The human followed Freya into the cramped alley. Freya was carefully moving over boxes, wondering how she could use the junk to make a barrier. Soon, she saw the remains of a statue that had been moved to the alley. Freya leapt behind it, protecting most of her body. Her head and neck were not protecting, but that was okay. She felt that her move should hinder the human.
The thought was extinguished when the human cast a fire spell and knocked Freya straight into a huge pile of boxes. She and the boxes crashed to the floor. A heavy box slammed into Freya's stomach. Freya let out a soft cry of pain and tried to move. Unfortunately, the box had pinned her.
Freya heard the human walk over and soon saw him staring at her. He then kicked her in the back of the head. Freya's mind spun, and it continued to spin when another kick was delivered. Freya slowly lifted a hand and punched the human. He didn't seem to notice, but he did give Freya an extra hard kick.
Dizzy, Freya managed to lift her feet and place them under the box. She carefully threw the box of her stomach and slid backwards and out of the human's range. Her head smashed into another box, but it was thankfully empty. Carefully, Freya rose to her feet, only to be smacked in the face by the human.
Freya leapt out of the alley and slid onto the ground. She watched the human carefully, only to find him following with absolutely no problems. Freya's eyes narrowed; she was getting frustrated. She rose to her feet and looked for her spear. Her eyes widened when she looked more closely at the human. He had her spear; she had dropped it in the alley.
A few Burmecians stopped walking and stared at the situation with confusion. Their confusion turned to slight panic when the human raced forward and shoved Freya into a building. Freya shook her head and lifted her hand.
"Power of the heavens, release the power of the mighty warriors," Freya shouted.
A dragon symbol appeared under the human's feet, and a dragon spirit plowed through him, sending a fiery explosion. The human snarled with pain, and Freya noted that she had managed to do some damage. Her satisfaction soon faded, however, for the human could still move quickly and attack. He did exactly that; he sent Freya's own spear into her shoulder.
Freya struggled to remove her spear, and received a fist to the head for trying. Soon, however, Freya managed to remove her spear. She quickly put it away, then began to run. She knew she was at a loss.
The human raced forward and plowed his fist into the back of Freya's head. Freya spun on her feet, dizzy, and slammed into the ground. The final crash made Freya's senses fail. She fell unconscious.
The human had little time to celebrate his victory. Three Burmecians drew weapons. The human readied his sword. Before he could do anything, however, a ball of white energy nailed him. He fell to the ground and soon found Fratley standing over him.
"GET OUT OF HERE!" Fratley roared angrily.
The human rose to his feet and stared coldly at Fratley.
"This is only the beginning," he said with hostility.
The human then vanished. Fratley immediately knelt down beside Freya. She was bleeding slightly out of the back of the head. Her face was bruised and swollen, and the side of her head also appeared to be swelling. Fratley hung his head.
"Is she all right?" A Burmecian by the name of Gray asked.
"I don't know..." Fratley said, shaking his head.
Another Burmecian ran into the fray. "What's going on?"
"Freya was attacked," Gray said.
"Well, that is a new one," the Burmecian commented. He looked over at Gray. "Who was the attacker?"
"No idea. Some guy dressed in black. Reminded me of a ninja," another Burmecian named Doyle commented. "Talking in full sentences would probably be most appropriate, Doyle. You're not four," the Burmecian commented.
"Shut up, Puck," an older Burmecian Aireff grunted. "Who are you, King of the World?"
"No, but I am King of Burmecia," Puck said, eyes glowering with annoyance. "I would look into this matter later. When Freya wakes, tell me."
"Yes, 'sir.' I can't believe I'm listening to a kid, 'sir'," Aireff grunted.
"Is it my fault my father died? No. Besides, I'm eleven. That's not exactly a kid," Puck snorted. He looked over at Gray. "Lock the gates."
Puck then walked away. Fratley lifted Freya into his arms and stared at Puck as he left.
"Too bad," he muttered. "He could be spending his life as a kid and not a king..."
Fratley walked away while Aireff turned to Gray.
"You mean the gates aren't locked?" Aireff asked.
Gray fidgeted nervously, staring at the ground.
"I-I didn't think they needed to be locked."
I know, I know, this chapter stinks a bit. I promise I'll try to make the other chapters a bit more interesting and more true-to-personality.
Story copyright to me, characters, setting, world, etc. copyright to Sqaure- Enix, except for those few like Meaner, Julius, and... Well, never mind. Everything's copyright to something, so don't steal.