And she walks, all the windows and the angels sing she doesn't notice me…she's watching wrestling, creaming over tough guys, listening to rap metal, turn-tables in her eyes. It's like a bad movie, she's looking through me, if you were me, you'd be screaming someone shoot me, as I fail miserably to get the girl all the bad guys want…

Legacies

Chapter 1

The sword whizzed over her head, as Melissa bent her body backwards so far her knees buckled and she landed with a 'thump' on the ground. Flushing with embarrassment, the warrioress stood back, and with fiery determination glowing, she challenged the older male again. He had already beat her once, almost as if nothing, then made her fall, then made everyone in that tavern laugh at her.

Revenge would be sweet when she dealt it to him. Standing slowly, she smirked, and called, "hey, fat ass! Where ya' goin'? I ain't done with you yet!" As the man she was taunting turned back to face her, his face red with anger, Mel smirked at him and jeered, "That all you got? My Mom could kick yer ass, and she's forty-years old!"

"That's it girly, you're dead this time," he roared back at her, letting the words get to his head. Swinging his monstrous battle sword over his head, he planned on smashing her brains in, either that or rendering her unconscious and let his buddies have some "fun" with her then.

As he swung the blade, Mel dipped off to the side, and reached out with her fist, nailing the drunken mercenary on the side of his head. He went reeling into the nearby table. Smirking, she slipped a coin at the bartender, and said, "Now, I'd like a room, if you don't mind..."

"Nah, sorry, fresh out of rooms here, Miss," the barkeep said.

Shrugging, she just said, "This guy here have a room?"

"Yeah...why?" the barkeep was lying, he just did not want his customers getting the idea to kill this girl in her sleep. They were thieving cowards, that's all.

"I'll take his," she said, walking over. "I'm sure he won't mind..."

As the warrioress conversed with the barkeep, a man in the back of the room walked up to the barkeep, and whispered something in the man's ear. A heavy cowl hid his face, and all that was seen were twin eyes, glinting like two green emeralds.

"Ah yes...of course," the barkeep muttered back to the stranger, before turning back to Mel, saying, "This gentlemen here says you can stay at his house-he has a few spare bedrooms."

Looking into the stranger's shadowed face, Mel just shrugged and said, "Fine, whatever. How much do I owe ya?"

"Nothing at all, milady...nothing at all, "came the hooded man's response, his voice a soft whisper on the wind.

Quirking an eyebrow at the softness of the guy's voice-it was a male, the voice may have been soft, but it was deep-, but ignored her suspicions and shrugged, saying, "Whatever. Lead the way, I guess..." Bowing slightly-more so his head tipped slightly, he turned and in the same voice replied, "Follow me, milady..."

Walking out into the streets of a late night Bale, the hooded man led Mel down an alley that was close by the inn. As he turned through another alley, she began to wonder where in the Hells they were going. Melissa was not used to being in a city, having been raised on the edge of the Death Frontier her entire life, and was getting lost easily.

After walking for about five minutes, the leader stopped and turned his head, his emerald green eyes catching in the moonlight, reflecting just perfectly, said, "Here we are, my humble abode. I have a spare room upstairs, or you can sleep on the couch, whichever you prefer..."

Still amazed at just how quiet this man seemed to be, Mel simply walked inside, looking around. The house looked small from outside, but once in, it proved to be enormous.

"Wow...large house. You live here all by yourself?" she asked him, starting to get a feeling in the pit of her stomach. Something was bothering her here, but still...observe, then act. Or just blast everything apart, but she can't do that here, with this many people around.

"My mother used to live here, but she died about five years ago, about two before I finally managed to come back home," he answered solemnly. "She was a good woman...and a caring mother..."

"Oh...sorry, I-I didn't mean to..." Mel stammered to say, always nervous whenever she brought up old feelings, especially those of pain. When the guy did not respond, Mel just shrugged, and asked, "So, where's the room upstairs?"

"Follow me, I'll show it to you...and the bathroom that you can use."

Nodding slightly, Mel just followed him as he walked through the main room, and turned up the stairs. Looking over at the room next to the stairwell, she saw a bare kitchen-it seemed to have not been used in the last few years. After they reached the top of the flight, the hooded man showed her to the room at the end of the hallway, on the right side.

"Here, this is my old room. I've moved to the master room in the downstairs, so you can have this one." Pointing to the door adjacent to his room, he added, "And there is the bathroom, Feel free to use it to clean yourself as long as you stay here."

"Thanks...I guess...so, how much do I need to pay you?" Mel asked again, flicking a strand of her dirty-blonde hair out of her face. The gray bandanna she wore kept most of her hair out of her eyes, but the occasional strand fell stray.

"Nothing, I'm doing this because you remind me of a very old friend...plus, this way those men back at the tavern can't kill you for roughing up their leader."

"T-thanks...but, umm, if you don't mind me asking, who do I remind you of? I might know them," Mel asked, hesitantly, not sure why she was prying into this man's life so much.

"You wouldn't know...he's a recluse these days, and has been for the last twenty years. Besides...it was just your fighting style, which is quite popular these days, I'm afraid," he said, shrugging. A lie, so what? She did not need to know just who he was, or who she reminded him of. He needed to find something else out first.

"Okay...well, thanks again, " Mel said before turning into the room he was letting her sleep in. Tossing her sword in the corner, she dropped her pack and travelling cloak in with it, before pulling off her boots. Lying on the bed, Mel lay there awake, listening to the sounds of the man as he walked around downstairs. Eventually her rhythmatic breathing led her off into sleep, and peace overcame her troubled soul, as rarely as it occurred...

While Mel slept, the person whose house she slept in paced tirelessly. He slept little-a slight curse he had to deal with ever since those days. He was glad that Mel had come, just as they had promised, but even if she had not, he would come. Her brother would be just as susceptible to his plotting as she had been, and one of them was destined to come. Mayhap he would be lucky, and her brother would be joining them someday.

A sudden knock on his door jarred the man from his thoughts. His head jerked up and he glared at the person behind the door, knowing full well who it was already. No one else ever came by this late. He was not in the mood for this, but he would deal with it.

Opening the door for him- or herself, the new person asked, "So, did she come, Emerald?" A codename, obviously. This new person had a higher voice, identifying her as a female. She too had her face hidden beneath a cowl, but her eyes were different. They had a darker glow to them, they glowed, but it was as though all other light was absorbed into them.

"Yes, she is upstairs sleeping as we speak, Obsidian," the man now identified as Emerald replied. Pushing his hood from his face, revealing short, spiked up brown hair and a tanned face, he smiled. "It's been a long time since you last came by-to what do I owe this pleasure?"

Mimicking his movements, Obsidian pushed her hood back, revealing a pale white face with soft black hair, she responded, "Garnet is busy elsewhere. So, I came this time to find out. Besides, it is as you said it has been a long time. I was hoping we could talk, maybe go out for a late night training session…?"

Smiling, Emerald asked, "Depends, is Amethyst out there waiting for me this time? Or is he actually going to stand back?"

Smirking, Obsidian replied, "I'm alone this time, but, if you're too scared, then I guess I'll let you be."

Instead of giving her a reply like a normal person, Emerald charged his friend and grabbed the lance that had been leaning against the doorframe. As he set the point at her, Obsidian drew a rapier somewhere from inside of her robes, and blocked his thrust, then led into a counter. He blocked her blow, then kicked her out into the courtyard.

As she flipped and landed on her feet, Obsidian charged at her opponent, and performed a quick three-strike combo. Upper-right diagonal, following into a slash across his neck, then one lower around his knees. He blocked the first with his spear shaft, then sprang backwards to avoid the next two. Leading into a counter, he jabbed straight at her. When she moved to parry, he ended his feint and turned into slashing at her knees.

Seeing his maneuver at the last second, Obsidian jumped up and performed a back flip over Emerald's head. Placing her rapier at his neck, she whispered in his ear, "I win…rematch?"

Smiling, his eyes glinting with the challenge, Emerald turned to face his opponent…

Note: Well, I'm back. I got tired of working on just my original works over at fictionpress, so I decided to create a new Legend of Dragoon story. Hope y'all enjoy the first chapter of this work in progress. And updates, well…I'll admit that ffn is on the bottom of my priority list, so after an update of both of my works at fictionpress, then after I update my YYH fic at mediaminer, then I'll work on this one. So, hopefully once a month, possibly twice.

And of course, how could I forget? My disclaimer is this: I own only the characters that are not in the game that appear in this fanfic, and I own the plot as it occurs. Got it? Good. This is the only time I be saying this.