Prologue.
Author's Note: This is my very first fan fiction, so please do not crucify me.. :Hides: That wouldn't be quite generous of you to do so. If I am just terrible, please tell me- but I am hoping that I can earn a name out here.
Disclaimer:
(Unfortunately) I DO NOT OWN DRAGON KNIGHTS. This is Mineko Ohkami's work and hers only. :Bows: She is an incredible being at that, and if you do not feel the way I do about her work, then you shouldn't be reading this, my fellow reader. Unfortunately, this is a slightly angsty story based on the lovable, cuddlable, adorable… suicidal…. Rath.
Rath: O.o HEYY!
Me:Cuddles him: Oh, we all know, my dear Fire Dragon Knight- Do not be offended by the truth. :grins deviously:
Rath: Shouldn't we actually start the story..?
Me: …I suppose so… :Throws him onto the scene:
Rath: X.x AHHH:Crash:
The sky held an eerie sense of hate in it. Black clouds sped across the sky in endless trains. Thunder rumbled in the distance. It was a storm, no doubt. It would soon hit the small, weak Village with its force. But they'd survive...they always did.
The City looked oddly ghastly at this time. A thick cloud of cold fog had dropped over the rubble and destruction. A figure made its way through the ancient remnants of a town that once took proud stance in the area. The figure had a cloak wrapped loosely around its figure. The figure's facial features hidden within the shadows of the hood pulled over the figure's head.
The figure's hand reached up to the hood framed loosely around its face, and removed it, revealing the figure's features, proclaiming, obviously, that he was a male. His straight, raven-black hair extended only a few inches above his shoulders, which had an usual portion which was a pale blonde. His eyes dulled over, held a rich shade of a lustful crimson.
It was bitter cold. This side of the country was, as always, frozen.. Perhaps not literally, but quite cold temperature-wise. It seemed that whatever life that it held within it had been eliminated, by what force, no one knew. Still, the remnants stood as they ever were, and always would be. Frozen, or perhaps.. Petrified, as one could describe.
His eyes wandered aimlessly around his surroundings, and he let out a heavy sigh, his warm breath clashing with the crisp, cool air. Moist water vapor emanated from his mouth, as the boy shut his eyes gently, meditating within himself, trying to find some source of peace, or tranquility. Little did he know, his efforts were in vain, for soon his small wish would be shattered.
He walked on, hands shoved into the only Sanctuary he could find to hold them, those that were the possessions of such a troubled mind. …He knew, now.. . Just in the matter of a few weeks ago, he had been told his real past. Of course, in the past, slowly, he grew aware that he was different- that something was wrong with him. But what could it have been? This question remained engraved within his mind for the past few years.
It was not that he wasn't aware of that some people either felt uncomfortable around him..
Or despised him, it was the reason why that he was not sure of..…
It was when she had left. She was one of the few reasons that he had remained there, lingering in that prison, that realm of pure torture to him… But of course, it was no surprise to him… that she would lie about such matters…. Yet, for some reason that he could not describe, he felt pained, alone… It was of good intentions that she had left. The witch's foster child, the demon. A demon like him.
Perhaps it was simply the fact that she was a demon as he as… He had only felt comfortable around her. She was, truly, the only one that he could open himself up to. …She had left with the Demon Lord, in effort to have him stop his attacks against the Dragon Tribe. But… He couldn't help but feel as if he had been betrayed…. She was the only reason that he And now that she had left… It pained him to know that he was different, and… That he had to withstand and block out the knowledge of him being a prisoner, being controlled by them…
The pendant that he had possessed for so long was merely an unapparent cage that with-held his true inner-self. This was their only source of security from his true inner side… This was the only way that they could captivate him from attaining the knowledge of who he was, and what his past beheld for him. The dark secrets that could not be revealed.. To anyone….
The boy reached inside his garments that covered his frame, and pulled out the pendant dangled from his fingers: A crimson shaded, tear-shaped gem bordered by a tight silver frame which traced the gem's figure. Gently, his fingers clumsily held the pendant within his fingers, and gradually put pressure on the pendant, as if to crush it, to shatter it.
Still, deep within himself, a pathetic, helpless voice cried out, in effort to stop himself. What was wrong with him? He could just get rid of it, and for once.. He could dwell in freedom, exist in pure freedom… But he could not. This was what he had attainted by lingering around them. The Dragon tribe…
They cared for him, no doubt… But… He was different. He had no right to be cared for…
Continuing down the path, he closed his eyes, trying to forget about his past, and what he had abandoned. Truthfully, it was for the better… But how it hurt him that he missed them so. As he meditated with these thoughts, another stray figure meandered about the alleys, silently, swiftly, as if following the boy.
The hooded figure that inched along, silently swept towards him. The boy, in deep thought, did not know what was approaching him, nor his Fate that lied ahead of him… If this was Fate, he was cursed of the most cursed Fates, one could describe. The figure from behind the boy swiftly brought his hand up to the boy's neck, pressing a certain spot at an angle, very light amount of pressure, but doing so, the Knight's eyes widened slightly, but before being able to protest or react, his corpse fell limp into the arms of the other.
A small smirk came over the shadowed, thin lips of the new-coming figure, and it removed its hood slightly, letting it slink onto his shoulders, and he sighed contently.
'It wasn't wise of you to come out here alone.. If, I had not looked for you like this…'
The voice paused for a moment, almost hesitating to say his next remark.
'I would have lost you…' The figure sighed sadly, and cradled the Knight's frame in his arms lightly, and with strong arms, brought him to his fate, his new life..
The Fate that he would be forced to cherish, to learn to love, but yet all the same, despise.
