RAGNAROK ONLINE FANFIC
TRANSGRESSIONS OF FATE
By: RAGNAR (that really is my name)
Chapter 02: Awakenings
Freya was brought awake by a sudden thud on the door.
Hastily putting on her casual clothes, Freya dispersed the shields that she made all over the room – a trick that she learned from Kareel – no one enters, and no one comes out without her permission.
"Coming!" she shouted towards the door. Now who would be up at this time of the night?
Opening the door, Freya was greeted by utter chaos. Outside her room, there was a big battle going on. She probably wasn't able to hear the noise because the shields also kept all sounds outside – to keep her asleep. The thud was from a dead soldier hitting the door; his body sprawled at her feet.
Suppressing a gasp and summoning all her courage, she took out the knife and quarterstaff that she always kept besides her door. If anyone was to attack Geffen, they will have to take on the Wizard's Guild! Mage or not, she was not going to let anyone take her home.
Freya was running towards the soldiers and Wizards – she didn't want any unwanted fights until there was someone to cover her – when a man in armor suddenly confronted her. Drawing her knife and readying her staff, she knew she didn't have any choice but to fight.
Blocking a sword with her quarterstaff, Freya plunged her knife into the man's heart. She didn't know what happened next, but the next thing she knew, she was on the floor because of an insanely strong punch to her face.
But that was impossible! She stabbed his heart! Then, she knew, with a careful look into the man's helmet, there was no flesh at all. He was just bones and steel. Pulling out her knife and throwing it aside along with her staff, he started towards her.
Freya was never the type to be afraid of everything, she was no giddy girl who jumps at every frog that crosses her path. But, she was terrified now. Looking behind her, wondering why she can't back up any further, she found herself against a wall. There was no way out... The thing was going to kill her, and she has no way of defending herself.
Magic!
Kareel's lessons started to race through her mind as she struggled to find a way to stop the thing from getting to her.
Then, without conscious thought or motivation, she brought up her hand, and she was holding a bright white ball of energy. She didn't know what it was, nor for the moment, cared. She didn't have any more time to be curious; she brought her arms back, and with all her might, threw the thing into the walking corpse. It flew through the air faster that she could see, but to her, it seemed forever to finally hit home.
When the ball finally hit the Undead, the result was something she didn't expect. There was a great bang that was heard over all the noise of battle and it blew a hole into the thing's head. And within moments, the Undead crumbled into the floor as a pile of ash.
The whole corridor went silent as the living looked at Freya's direction, wondering where that strange explosion came from.
The attacking Undead, however, seemed to know exactly who caused it. One of them, a zombie with only one eyeball and his last bits of flesh, pointed towards her and gave off a howl, screaming, "THERE SHE ISSS! FREYA STORM- CROW!" and with that, every Undead inside the building started to make a mad dash towards her, swords and claws bared, killing everyone in their path, howling blood-curling screams that would make the living weep.
That sound, coming from a dead man, was enough to make her hackles rise. The grave knows her name, and it was going to take her.
Bringing up all her concentration, trying to summon that ball again, she found herself clawing at air. There was no hope for her now... she was going to die.
Suddenly, the Undead close to the rear of the attack was met with a violent display of light as hundreds of Spirit flew from all directions striking them down one by one. These orbs were different from the one she created just minutes ago. As hers was a ball of energy, these were spirits called to aid the living to fend off the dead.
The Wizards have finally arrived!
When the Undead finally saw what was happening behind them, they turned their attention to the newcomers. Some of the remaining attackers brought up their weapons, intent on killing whoever that tried to stop them. They were just brought down with more Spirits and bolts of fire.
Some, however, were not distracted by the Wizards' arrival. They just continued on their path towards her. Looking behind them, Freya knew that the Wizards would not be able to reach her in time.
This isn't happening!
Not when my life was just about to come together at last!
No! I won't let it end like this!
Damn it! I wanna live!
"DON'T COME NEAR ME!!!"
The fighting became fiercer as the Wizards summoned even more Spirits.
They wouldn't make it.
She screamed with all her might, holding up her hand as tears took away her sight. She wanted to live. She wanted to get away from all this. Geffen was home, they have no right to take it. She was not going to give up.
In that moment, something in her changed, she suddenly became calm, at peace. There was nothing in the world now, just her, the void and the Magic.
Leave us alone! You don't belong here!
"BE GONE!!!"
Light exploded from her outstretched palm, consuming every one of the Undead as it passed through their rotting bodies, burning them to ash... and a great explosion shook the whole corridor as it cracked the wall behind her, the floor, and all the other walls that was in its path.
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It was hopeless. Ledon figured that everyone in this part of the Academy was dead. There was just too many, holding this corridor would be foolhardy.
Summoning more Spirit Orbs to his side, flinging them with us much power that remained in him, he shouted more orders to the five Mages beside him. "Mages! Ready your fire spells! Conserve your energy!" fire wouldn't do much against these things, but it was the best thing that the young Mages can throw without exhausting themselves, summoning spirits was no easy task.
He was getting tired. Soon, they will have no choice but to fall back.
"Satori! Teisho! If you can still handle it, keep summoning!" Satori and Teisho were the only real Wizards with him, all the others were fighting on the streets or otherwise searching for survivors in the dorm rooms around the Academy and the buildings in the city.
Suddenly, he heard a girl scream, "DON'T COME NEAR ME!!!"
So there is a survivor, there's still hope!
"Everyone! Give it all you got! We have to reach that girl!" fighting with renewed strength, Ledon started to cast a volley of Fire Bolts in every direction in front of him, slicing through some of the dead. It just wasn't enough! He has to reach the girl!
"Everyone! Use your Soul Strikes! We don't have much time! We're that girl's only hope!" and with that, Spirits started to fly through the air with wild abandon, knocking back most of the Undead and destroying some of them, but they still kept coming.
It was probably too late. The girl must be dead by now. They took too long just trying to hold the Undead back.
And the girl screamed.
"BE GONE!!!"
There was a flash, then an explosion that brought him off balance and knocked some of his companions to the floor. After what seemed an eternity of fighting, it was all over in just seconds.
The Undead horde, which was filling the whole corridor shoulder to shoulder just a few moments ago, has just turned to ash.
It didn't take long for Ledon to realize that the source of that power was from the young woman that was making her way towards them. From the way she walked, he can tell that she was determined about something; he just couldn't decipher what that something was.
When she reached them, Ledon held her by the shoulder and asked her as calmly as possible, "Who are you, child? And do you know anything about that flash of light just moment ago?"
"My name is Freya Storm-Crow, and I intend to rid this city of every one of the Undead. If you wish to live, let me go and leave me alone with my business."
It would seem that there would be no reasoning with this girl, Freya. Powerful as she was, though, he didn't thing that she would be able to handle all that was going on outside. "You look injured, let me at least tend to your face, it must hurt a lot." He tried to be as gentle sounding as possible.
"My face is fine, now let me go."
Now, he was irritated, "Now look, child! Those are big words coming from someone as young such as you! I am Wizard Ledon Meondes, head of all of Geffen's military affairs! I have seen more battles in my lifetime than you will ever see in two of yours! And I say that you stay!"
This time, Freya grabbed his hand that held her shoulder and turned her face towards him. For the first time in a very long time, Ledon felt fear. Her eyes bore a clear message that if he didn't let go... she will kill him. But that wasn't what frightened him, it was the power that he felt within her. He wouldn't dare to fathom what he felt right now in this girl for fear that he might never come out of it. Looking at the faces around him, he could see that his companions could feel it as well, one of the Mages, a girl around fifteen even backed up against the wall as she started to whimper.
His grip on her loosened as that icy chill ran up his spine and through his chest. He didn't like what he was feeling right now, maybe no one does, but if what he sensed in this girl was released all at once... may the gods help them all.
All he could do was pray as he watched her go out the Dorm's gate and into battle.
TRANSGRESSIONS OF FATE
By: RAGNAR (that really is my name)
Chapter 02: Awakenings
Freya was brought awake by a sudden thud on the door.
Hastily putting on her casual clothes, Freya dispersed the shields that she made all over the room – a trick that she learned from Kareel – no one enters, and no one comes out without her permission.
"Coming!" she shouted towards the door. Now who would be up at this time of the night?
Opening the door, Freya was greeted by utter chaos. Outside her room, there was a big battle going on. She probably wasn't able to hear the noise because the shields also kept all sounds outside – to keep her asleep. The thud was from a dead soldier hitting the door; his body sprawled at her feet.
Suppressing a gasp and summoning all her courage, she took out the knife and quarterstaff that she always kept besides her door. If anyone was to attack Geffen, they will have to take on the Wizard's Guild! Mage or not, she was not going to let anyone take her home.
Freya was running towards the soldiers and Wizards – she didn't want any unwanted fights until there was someone to cover her – when a man in armor suddenly confronted her. Drawing her knife and readying her staff, she knew she didn't have any choice but to fight.
Blocking a sword with her quarterstaff, Freya plunged her knife into the man's heart. She didn't know what happened next, but the next thing she knew, she was on the floor because of an insanely strong punch to her face.
But that was impossible! She stabbed his heart! Then, she knew, with a careful look into the man's helmet, there was no flesh at all. He was just bones and steel. Pulling out her knife and throwing it aside along with her staff, he started towards her.
Freya was never the type to be afraid of everything, she was no giddy girl who jumps at every frog that crosses her path. But, she was terrified now. Looking behind her, wondering why she can't back up any further, she found herself against a wall. There was no way out... The thing was going to kill her, and she has no way of defending herself.
Magic!
Kareel's lessons started to race through her mind as she struggled to find a way to stop the thing from getting to her.
Then, without conscious thought or motivation, she brought up her hand, and she was holding a bright white ball of energy. She didn't know what it was, nor for the moment, cared. She didn't have any more time to be curious; she brought her arms back, and with all her might, threw the thing into the walking corpse. It flew through the air faster that she could see, but to her, it seemed forever to finally hit home.
When the ball finally hit the Undead, the result was something she didn't expect. There was a great bang that was heard over all the noise of battle and it blew a hole into the thing's head. And within moments, the Undead crumbled into the floor as a pile of ash.
The whole corridor went silent as the living looked at Freya's direction, wondering where that strange explosion came from.
The attacking Undead, however, seemed to know exactly who caused it. One of them, a zombie with only one eyeball and his last bits of flesh, pointed towards her and gave off a howl, screaming, "THERE SHE ISSS! FREYA STORM- CROW!" and with that, every Undead inside the building started to make a mad dash towards her, swords and claws bared, killing everyone in their path, howling blood-curling screams that would make the living weep.
That sound, coming from a dead man, was enough to make her hackles rise. The grave knows her name, and it was going to take her.
Bringing up all her concentration, trying to summon that ball again, she found herself clawing at air. There was no hope for her now... she was going to die.
Suddenly, the Undead close to the rear of the attack was met with a violent display of light as hundreds of Spirit flew from all directions striking them down one by one. These orbs were different from the one she created just minutes ago. As hers was a ball of energy, these were spirits called to aid the living to fend off the dead.
The Wizards have finally arrived!
When the Undead finally saw what was happening behind them, they turned their attention to the newcomers. Some of the remaining attackers brought up their weapons, intent on killing whoever that tried to stop them. They were just brought down with more Spirits and bolts of fire.
Some, however, were not distracted by the Wizards' arrival. They just continued on their path towards her. Looking behind them, Freya knew that the Wizards would not be able to reach her in time.
This isn't happening!
Not when my life was just about to come together at last!
No! I won't let it end like this!
Damn it! I wanna live!
"DON'T COME NEAR ME!!!"
The fighting became fiercer as the Wizards summoned even more Spirits.
They wouldn't make it.
She screamed with all her might, holding up her hand as tears took away her sight. She wanted to live. She wanted to get away from all this. Geffen was home, they have no right to take it. She was not going to give up.
In that moment, something in her changed, she suddenly became calm, at peace. There was nothing in the world now, just her, the void and the Magic.
Leave us alone! You don't belong here!
"BE GONE!!!"
Light exploded from her outstretched palm, consuming every one of the Undead as it passed through their rotting bodies, burning them to ash... and a great explosion shook the whole corridor as it cracked the wall behind her, the floor, and all the other walls that was in its path.
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It was hopeless. Ledon figured that everyone in this part of the Academy was dead. There was just too many, holding this corridor would be foolhardy.
Summoning more Spirit Orbs to his side, flinging them with us much power that remained in him, he shouted more orders to the five Mages beside him. "Mages! Ready your fire spells! Conserve your energy!" fire wouldn't do much against these things, but it was the best thing that the young Mages can throw without exhausting themselves, summoning spirits was no easy task.
He was getting tired. Soon, they will have no choice but to fall back.
"Satori! Teisho! If you can still handle it, keep summoning!" Satori and Teisho were the only real Wizards with him, all the others were fighting on the streets or otherwise searching for survivors in the dorm rooms around the Academy and the buildings in the city.
Suddenly, he heard a girl scream, "DON'T COME NEAR ME!!!"
So there is a survivor, there's still hope!
"Everyone! Give it all you got! We have to reach that girl!" fighting with renewed strength, Ledon started to cast a volley of Fire Bolts in every direction in front of him, slicing through some of the dead. It just wasn't enough! He has to reach the girl!
"Everyone! Use your Soul Strikes! We don't have much time! We're that girl's only hope!" and with that, Spirits started to fly through the air with wild abandon, knocking back most of the Undead and destroying some of them, but they still kept coming.
It was probably too late. The girl must be dead by now. They took too long just trying to hold the Undead back.
And the girl screamed.
"BE GONE!!!"
There was a flash, then an explosion that brought him off balance and knocked some of his companions to the floor. After what seemed an eternity of fighting, it was all over in just seconds.
The Undead horde, which was filling the whole corridor shoulder to shoulder just a few moments ago, has just turned to ash.
It didn't take long for Ledon to realize that the source of that power was from the young woman that was making her way towards them. From the way she walked, he can tell that she was determined about something; he just couldn't decipher what that something was.
When she reached them, Ledon held her by the shoulder and asked her as calmly as possible, "Who are you, child? And do you know anything about that flash of light just moment ago?"
"My name is Freya Storm-Crow, and I intend to rid this city of every one of the Undead. If you wish to live, let me go and leave me alone with my business."
It would seem that there would be no reasoning with this girl, Freya. Powerful as she was, though, he didn't thing that she would be able to handle all that was going on outside. "You look injured, let me at least tend to your face, it must hurt a lot." He tried to be as gentle sounding as possible.
"My face is fine, now let me go."
Now, he was irritated, "Now look, child! Those are big words coming from someone as young such as you! I am Wizard Ledon Meondes, head of all of Geffen's military affairs! I have seen more battles in my lifetime than you will ever see in two of yours! And I say that you stay!"
This time, Freya grabbed his hand that held her shoulder and turned her face towards him. For the first time in a very long time, Ledon felt fear. Her eyes bore a clear message that if he didn't let go... she will kill him. But that wasn't what frightened him, it was the power that he felt within her. He wouldn't dare to fathom what he felt right now in this girl for fear that he might never come out of it. Looking at the faces around him, he could see that his companions could feel it as well, one of the Mages, a girl around fifteen even backed up against the wall as she started to whimper.
His grip on her loosened as that icy chill ran up his spine and through his chest. He didn't like what he was feeling right now, maybe no one does, but if what he sensed in this girl was released all at once... may the gods help them all.
All he could do was pray as he watched her go out the Dorm's gate and into battle.