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Albert watched as his troops were slaughtered one by one on the battlefield, and he could no longer stand to watch the senseless bloodshed of his own men. He reached into his pocket, and pulled out a green gem. With a flash of green light, he had transformed into a dragoon. Before any enemy soldier had the chance to even draw their sword, Albert had already attacked with his staff. Swinging, spinning, and thrusting his sword at any soldier that wasn't dressed in red. After swinging a bone crushing blow to the last soldiers head, he looked up from the bloody puddle into an open field, and saw one soldier left dressed in all black, wearing a hood, and holding a sword down by his side. Albert drew his staff to ready position, and charged after the last standing soldier. Albert raised his staff above his head two steps away from his enemy, and quickly swung it downward, clashing against his enemy's sword. His enemy then a quick step to the right, and defended a swing from Albert. Albert jumped back two steps, and thrust his sword forward, entirely missing his target. With his entire body undefended, his enemy thrust his sword into Albert's side, and too Albert's surprise, the sword had penetrated the Dragoon armor. At that moment, Albert knew the sword was none other than the Dragon Buster. He fell straight to his knees and dropped his staff, as he transformed from Dragoon, to a human. Before he could do anything else, he completely collapsed on the ground. My eyes then opened, and sat straight up in bed, looking at the wall at the foot of the bed. I looked around the room, and the only other person there was Shana, sleeping soundly. I lied back down in hopes of having a more peaceful rest through the rest of the night, and didn't fall back asleep till several minutes later.
Near sunset of the next day, Albert and I were standing on the north wall of the fort, waiting for the next attack to begin. Albert turned to his loyal soldiers and said, "Men, this battle means more than you can imagine. These woods are only about a few miles away from the royal city, and if the enemy seizes these woods, our city would be placed in immediate jeopardy. With that said, first wave, ready your crossbows!" Albert walked down the row of soldiers armed with crossbows, as they readied the first bow. He then turned to his sharp shooter, and gave him the signal to ready his bow. Albert then returned back to the edge of the wall, and looked into the forest, in hopes of spotting a foolish soldier exposed in any way. "Dart, I don't have to explain to you how important it is that we win this battle."
"You know Albert; I don't understand why Doel loyalists had to start this whole mess months after we killed Doel. I mean, you'd think they be smart enough to do it right afterwards."
"Come on Dart, don't be an idiot. Think about it. You're loyal to your leader, and you find out he's killed. Most of your high ranking officers have either been killed, deserted, or we just told them to leave. So you don't have a person in charge...you're not going to have a single clue of what you're supposed to do. So you wait till someone strong enough decides to stand up and take charge. That's exactly what's happening."
"No, what's happening is they're all drunk. Look at that guy, trying to hide in the bush two feet away from that big tree," I told him this as I pointed to the enemy soldier, and Albert gave me a look as if I had lost all of my sanity.
"Dart, what in the world are you talking about?"
"For a King, and a person in charge of an entire kingdom army, you are really pathetic," I then snatched a crossbow from one of his men, and shot the soldier that no one else caught.
"My god, how did you catch that."
"He was impossible miss. The guy had been sitting there staggering in those bushes since you've been lecturing your men all morning. Like I said, they're all drunk," Albert just snickered at this.
"Dart, even in a situation as serious as this, you always manage to stay humorous."
"That's because I'm not traveling all over the globe trying to save the world from being destroyed by a winglie with vengeance."
"Well as simple as this may seem, don't lose your temper. You've been having a bad habit of doing that lately. We'll use the same battle strategy we've been using. We'll start the attack, and then you transform into a Dragoon and finish the rest," Albert then watched as countless numbers of troops began to charge towards the fort ready to battle. "This is it Dart. First wave! Crossbows...set!" the first wave of shooters all came towards the wall, and set there crossbows on the wall. "Aim!...fire!" and every man in the first wave shot there bow at any person charging towards the wall. "First wave, rearm yourself. Second wave, approach!" The first wave of shooters walked back from the wall, and the second wave approached with their bows loaded into the crossbow. "Second wave, set.! Aim! Fire!" the second wave fired their bows at any enemy soldier. Albert continued this method until the fifth wave had fired their bows, then the first wave returned to the wall. "Charge!" The gates of the fort then opened, and Albert's troops began to fight off enemy soldiers trying to penetrate the fort. "Dart, whenever you're ready." I looked at Albert, then closed my eyes. When they opened, I had transformed into a Dragoon. I drew out my sword, and flew down to the battlefield, and was knocked out of the air by something. I rolled on the ground into a tree, and stood up. Before I had a chance to get back in the air, I was again knocked off my feet hard enough that the tree I hit cracked and broke in half. When I returned myself to ready position, I was facing another Dragoon, only he was a foe. He had on blue dragon armor, which meant he had the Blue Dragoon spirit, which belonged to Meru. Realizing the possibilities of how he could have gotten the spirit, my anger grew, and I ran towards him, swinging my sword senselessly.
"My my, someone's angry aren't they?" Ignoring what he said, I continued to swing my sword, and he defended every swing. Something purple then flew down and rammed the person right off of his feet. When the something finally came to a stop, I noticed it was Haschel as a Dragoon. When the enemy rose to his feet, he tightly gripped his sword his sword, and flew into the air. Haschel and I tried to follow, but our feet had been trapped to the ground by ice. Trying even harder, I managed to free my feet from the ice, and sore towards the mysterious fighter, when meteors started raining down towards me. I knew that was impossible unless he had retrieved the golden spirit. Not letting that stop me, I flew faster towards him, and with little space between me and him, and as I began to swing my sword, I was hit by a meteor and sent hurling back towards the ground. I thought to myself how this would have been so much easier if I wouldn't have destroyed the Divine Dragon Spirit. Haschel then flew upwards, and started throwing punch of punch, and I only could watch in frustration as he the enemy dodged every time. Losing my patience, I returned to my feet, and went to assist Haschel. As I flew upwards, Haschel went flying by me towards the ground. Within striking distance, I swung my sword, and managed a small cut on his face, and I begun to swing again but was struck by another meteor hurling me to the ground. Lying on the ground, I noticed Haschel was unconscious, and I couldn't find my sword. The Blue Dragoon started to dive towards me with his sword ready to strike, and only a few feet away from me, Albert zoomed by and slammed him into a tree. Pulling myself to my feet, and with a high level of frustration, I focused, and began to form a small ball of fire. As Albert stalled the enemy by constantly swinging his staff, and not giving the foe any time to defend himself, Albert eventually turned around and noticed what I was doing and flew out of the way. When the foe regained focus, he saw a huge flaming ball headed right towards him. Before he could move, the attack knocked him through a series of trees, and in a shallow pond. I slowly advanced towards the pond and noticed that the enemy had been knocked unconscious. Two huge glares of light began to illuminate, and within seconds, the Golden and Blue Dragoon spirits were hovering over the body. I quickly grabbed them, and then picked up the body.
I walked toward Albert as he tried to help Haschel to his feet. "Here, take care of this. I still have to go help out on the field."
"Don't worry about it," Albert responded to me, "I already did. I figured when you weren't out there fighting, something wrong happened. Dart, are you listening?"
"Sorry, just...not feeling too well," we then flew back to the north wall of the fort, and dropped off Haschel and the enemy. Albert gave the two spirits to a soldier and told him to go place it in the vault.
"This is now a time to celebrate Dart. We won't the battle, and drove them back. We've been waiting for something like this to happen for months. What do you think Dart?" I wasn't paying any attention to what he was saying. I then took off, and flew to another fort on the other side of the woods where Miranda was in charge. To my surprise though, I found the entire area in flames. Not knowing what to do or think, I clinched my fists and only stared at the flames. As the flames spread and grew, so did my anger. Everything then started to grow silent, and a huge roar filled the skies. A red dragon started to slowly fly through the sky, then came to a dead halt. Then, with a huge burst of speed, the dragon began to fly towards the flame infested site, and as it was hovering over the woods, something knocked me out of the air, and into the west tower of the fort. I tried to get up, but I feel unconscious. When I woke up, it was morning, I was groggy, and I found myself in my room. Albert then entered the room.
"What happened?" I grabbed my head as it was slightly in pain.
"You tried to summon the red eye dragon in the woods. Dart, I thought we had an agreement that as long as we all continued to transform into Dragoons, we wouldn't summon the dragons no matter what."
"I don't know what happened. I just looked at the fire and thought Miranda had been hurt or something, and I just got so angry."
"I told you before you went out there to start fighting to control your temper. You endangered all of us. If the dragons didn't make as much noise as they do, I probably wouldn't have stopped you, and you would have killed us all," and before I could respond, I started coughing. "Never mind for right now. I know hit you pretty hard, but I had to knock you unconscious to stop you from summoning that thing. So for right now, just try and rest."
"Wait...Haschel..."
"Haschel is just fine. He's already up somewhere in the fort. I think he's helping down in the infirmary."
"What about the Dragoon spirits?"
"They're somewhere safe. And don't worry about Miranda. I'm sending about a dozen soldiers over there to see what happened. Now rest." Albert then walked out the room, and closed the door behind me. When he left, I looked up at the ceiling in hopes that something about it would change. Anything that kept my mind from thinking about the other night would have helped. That night something came over me, and I didn't know what it was, but I wanted to know. I feared that if it happened again, the consequences would be worse than last night.