I have been thinking about how I should direct my story for a few days, and I believe that I have figured out just what I want to do. Read this chapter and tell me what you think.
BTW, so that you know, I have refined the text used for character dialogue and my personal notes. Here's the code,
"text with quotations for characters"
-"text in italics with quotations for characters thoughts"
-text in italics without quotations for my personal notes
Does that make things clearer? I hope so. And now, on with the next chapter.
Chapter II: The Pure-Blooded Prince: Draken
Edge had been walking for hours, and he just couldn't seem to calm down. How could his own father say such things? Then again, it's not like this is new behavior from his father.
All throughout his life, Edge has constantly had to put up with his father's putting him down. Throughout his 18 years of life, not once had he heard his father say a single positive thing about him.
It had seemed that the King had made of personal goal of trying to make Edge seem nothing more than a burden on his people. But then again, Edge didn't really think much of his father.
Edge thought that his father was nothing more than an old fool. He liked nothing more than to solve problems with war. He believed that talking problems through was "a weakling's solution."
While Edge was thinking about his father, his mind suddenly side-tracked to stories of the great Saiyan royal family, but in particular, Prince Vegeta. He resembled his father in his hunger for war.
There was, however, one distinct difference between them and his father: they were always proud of their kin. The King, however, would never show any pride about Edge or even his pure-blooded son Draken. It was if he had a heart of stone.
"Damn you, father. Why must I always endure your arrogance? You are nothing but an old crone. I could probably defeat you with the greatest of ease.
"What did you mean 'I haven't even begun to tap into my true power'? What does he know? Unlike the rest of these lazy bastards, I have kept myself trained all these years. I am most likely one of the strongest of our race, and he says I have yet to unleash my true power? The fool."
The very thought that he was weak was inconceivable. How could he be? He had put himself through numerous grueling training sessions, often bringing himself to his limits. He couldn't be weak.
"But then again, the old man may have a point, as much as I hate to admit it. I can feel myself that my strength is far from reaching its plateau. Perhaps I should listen to him for once. As much of a fool as he is, he does know a thing or two about power.
"I had better go home and get some rest. Perhaps I can make more sense of this in the morning." And with that, Edge returned home to get some sleep
At the castle the King was getting ready to go on his weekly hunt when his son, Draken, walked into the throne room. He stood there in his sea blue jeans with his black leather jacket over his white muscle shirt. His silver white hair was dangling to his waist but tied up near the back of his head, (kind of like Zero from the Mega Man X games). His fists were clenched tightly, and his face had an angry expression on it. He was the living definition of terror. He was all a Lycanthrope father could hope for.
All of a sudden, he bellowed out, "How could you not tell me?"
"Tell you about what?" the King bellowed back.
"About not naming a new King, that's what!"
"I thought that your brother would have told you about that. Didn't he?"
"No, I did not. And why would I ever want to speak to that 'half-breed' anyway? You know that we cannot stand the sight of one another."
"Oh well. Anyway, it should not come as a surprise to you of all people. You should know very well why I did not choose you."
"Well, I don't know old man! Why did you not name me the new King?"
"Because you are still far from ready for the responsibility that comes with the title of King. You are still not mature enough!"
"In what way? I am more than mature enough to be King!"
"You do not have a clear mind! You make decisions without putting any thought into them! One tiny argument between our world and another and you would decide to go war! You are not ready!"
"You hypocrite! You're always doing that and now you're telling me not to! Do you even know what you are talking about! You are out of your mind! I am the rightful ruler of this world! I should be on that throne now, not you! You are a fool!"
"I have heard enough! This discussion is over. Remove yourself from my sight before I remove you myself."
"You haven't heard the last of this father! I shall return." And with that he walked out the door and left.
Edge woke up to the sound of birds chirping by his window. He bent down to pick up his black t-shirt and light blue jeans to put them on. He then searched for his hair band to tie his brown hair behind his head, similar to his brother. He then searched for his broadsword and strapped it over his right shoulder. He strapped on his black metal gauntlets and was ready to go.
Just before he could open the door, he heard a big knock on the door. He wondered to himself, "What do they want now?" He opened the door to see one of the royal guards at the door. He growled, "What is it?"
The guard answered, "Lord's advisor Edward wishes to speak with you. He says it is of great importance and cannot wait."
Edge thought to himself, "Oh great, another lecture from 'the Great Advisor'." He replied to the guard, "I shall be down to see him in a moment, now be gone."
The guard said quickly, "Yes, milord."
Edge closed the door. He went to his drawer to get some bread he had been saving. He knew he was in for a long and boring talk. Edward always gave his lessons at a very slow pace: if a lesson was to be ten minutes long, it would an hour long, if it was to be an hour long, it would consume the morning and most of the afternoon. Edge decided to eat quickly because he knew he wasn't going to be able to eat for awhile when speaking with Edward.
"Well, I might as well get this over with. If I don't go now, Edward will never end his talking." He left his room to go down to meet Edward. His stomach started to feel queasy already. There were only two things that ever made Edge feel queasy: seeing Edward, and eating uncooked seafood. He could handle seafood sometimes, but Edward was just annoying.
Edge looked at his watch. "7:36? He usually doesn't ask to see me until 9:00. He is either trying to be a bigger pain in the ass, or there is something of dire importance. I had better get a move on." He hurried out the door to see Edward. He just hoped that nothing serious had happened, or was going to happen. "I had better hurry."
I'm sorry I haven't updated in a while. We had a big power out that lasted a few days and I've been rather busy. I'll try to get chapter 3 done soon and I'll try to explain what happened to the Z warriors. Ciao!
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