Um…..yeah…. I feel sooooo special at this moment!! My first fan fiction! Um….yeah…
Anyway…this is pretty confusing at the beginning but hopefully you will understand a bit more before this chapter is over…. ;
Disclaimer: um…heck I don't own Dragon Knights….. --;;;;
(Feegi's Pov.)
The last thing I can remember was the cries of the men and women as they were slaughtered and the warmth of the red liquid that leaked from my less than fatal wounds, staining the cold, wooden floor beneath me. The sounds of gunshots as my rescuer's came in an ambush around the unsuspecting assassins. The screams of my older sister from outside of the building. Screaming out my name in fear of losing me to Fate's hand.
At the moment I was still conscious, but my young eyes only allowed me to see the faint blurs of moving objects. In my current state the only thing I could do was think about what was going on at the moment.
I guess I felt hurt.
Not in the physical way, even though I could feel my body become numb from the sudden chill of the winter night. But the pain I felt came from my heart. Broken and torn from the loss of the one comfort I felt was so dear to me.
I felt as if I was a small dog cast out onto the cold streets with out a home to turn toward. A flicker of light from a small candle in complete darkness. A single star in a blank sky.
I felt . . . lost.
(Normal writing --;)
"So what are we going to do with them? The two survivors?" The albino haired officer whispered softly toward his fellow comrades, trying not to let the two young children currently behind him overhear. A long silence over came the group for awhile until the golden haired man finally spoke up. "There is not much we can do. We may be members of the Dragon Tribe, but we truly have no say in what other countries should do with their problems. I had a soldier ask around if they knew anyone related to them but he had no such luck." The four men became quite once more thinking over their plan. These were but young children and the blasted government was choosing the worst fate for the two and had asked THEM to do it for them. Well, they all knew that there was no chance of a good argument to come from something that wasn't even the Dragon Clans business, so they decided not to fight over it and merely do as they were told. "What are there names?" The young man known as the Lord of the Dragons asked patiently as a much taller man with greased back dark hair was handed a faded paper from one of his soldiers and began to look over it.
"Mia, age 15. Brown hair and hazel eyes. Rather cocky and aggressive attitude. Alfeegi, age 6. Aqua-marine hair and copper eyes. Naïve and innocent character. Not much else is known about the two, sir, other then they happen to be siblings." The tall man's cold red eyes left the paper to look into the saddened blue orbs of his lord. How could that selfish government do such a thing to these children? Having to lose both of their parents was hard enough, but to send them away and in no thought ever allow them to see each other again? He couldn't possibly do such a thing. The young blonde's thoughts were soon interrupted by a soft hand placed onto his tense shoulder causing him to turn around quickly only to be met by the soft brown eyes of his Yellow Dragon Officer and his closest companion. "Don't worry about it, Lykouleon. I'll take care of it." And with out another word from said Dragon Lord, the brunette had already made his way reluctantly over toward the sorrowful youths.
Hazel and copper eyes lifted off the ground as they saw the approaching officer, one filled with anger out of loss and the other seeming lost to the world. It felt hard to tell them what was going on at the moment but the young officer placed a counterfeit smile onto his lips as he approached the two and decided to introduce himself. "Hello children. I am the Yellow Dragon Officer, Ruwalk."
(back to Feegi's Pov)
A few days had passed since my mom and dad had died, but I couldn't help but fell a slight bit. I had been traveling around with this strange guy who I think was named Rublock or Luwalk or something like that. I didn't really take the time to remember it. He told me that I was going to with him somewhere and that Mia was going to go with those other guys. I guess it kind of made me wonder, that, and the fact that every time I would ask such a simple question, this guy would tense up and say some idiotic joke or what not instead. Then again HE was an idiot. Adults were all the same. They became so easily afraid when young children began to ask questions and began to catch on to whatever their plan was. Not that I knew exactly what it was, but I had quite a gift for seeing through disguises and this guy was no different.
"Excuse me mister?" Once again the brunette walking beside me tensed up slightly, forcing down a smile as he looked down at me.
"Yes?"
"I do not mean to be impatient but might you tell me where we are going"
"Um… I'll tell you when we get there. Heh, for a kid you sure do speak pretty neatly. If it wasn't for your size and childlike innocence, I would believe you were as old as me." I grimaced a bit at that, not knowing I it was meant as a compliment of an insult. I didn't sound THAT old… did I?
We stayed quite for a while as I tried to understand what he meant by his last statement, not quite understanding why he would think I sounded old.
"Are you ok, kid?" I must have been quite for more than I thought because now that guy was bent down in front of me, looking me straight in the eyes. I had to smile at him. He seemed so cheerful a moment ago and now his eyes showed a tint of worry and regret and I could feel myself tearing up as his eyes began to fill with held back tears. I did not want to see this man cry because of me, and I did not want this man to see me cry.
My mom would always cry when ever she thought that she was alone and she would always tell me that it was better for her to cry alone so that she didn't make anyone else cry because of her.
flashback
It was a rainy, fall day and there wasn't a thing to do. The only thing I could do was stare out of the slightly cracked glass window and watch the rain fall heavily from the heavens as if they were crying with every second that passed.
I had no toys to play with like other children did. No games. No television. Not a thing in this house was enjoyable for a moment and even if it was, I would have had it taken away and given that 'don't mess with thing that aren't yours' lecture. I knew that we weren't rich, and to be precise, we were quite the opposite.
My dad was an advertiser for different products and currently he was off in some other town so we didn't get to see him much and the money he did send was only enough to pay off the bills and taxes. My mom would always work a lot and overwork herself trying to get enough money to buy food. My mom was the most beautiful person I had ever seen. She had chestnut colored hair, copper penny eyes, and a face like an angel. She was really young, and since she had my sister when she was only 14 she had to quite school to take care of her since her parents abandoned her as a punishment so she never graduated from school. She always said that her dream was to become an actress but most of the plays she had tried in would have caused her to travel out of town often and leave us behind. I really wish that she could get an acting job here, so then I could truly see her smile for once. My sister, Mia, didn't do much around the house and she never had much friends. To put it simply she was one of those kinds of people that looked as if they were going to murder you if you even dared to look at them, but I knew my sister was really nice deep down inside.
It was raining more than ever now, and I was starting to get the idea that we would be flooded out of our miserable home. Beautiful strikes of lightning covered the black clouded sky accompanied by the loud crack of thunder that nearly caused me to jump a foot off of the ground. I heard another crash, this one much smaller, and strangely sounded as if it had come from the kitchen.
Hurriedly, I ran toward the small room that was known to be our kitchen. Mud brown walls, a fridge, stove, oven, sink, and a small wooden table with one broken leg that was carelessly taped back together the best it could be done when me and Mia had played wrestling a few months back and accidentally broke off the fragile furniture. That was when mom decided to bane us from the kitchen unless we really had any reason to go in.
I looked around the dust filled room until I came across the sight of my mom swiftly picking up yet another shattered plate off of the cold, wooden floor.
"Mom? Are you all right?"
"Y-yes, dear. D-don't worry about it, run along now," she stuttered softly. I could feel my own copper eyes begin to haze up as I saw the gentle tears silently flow down her already streaked face.
"M-mom…" I whimpered slightly causing her to look up at me with puffy red eyes replacing her usual soft ones. I could feel my body tremble slightly as I struggled to stop the hidden tears from sliding down my soft cheeks, avoiding my mom's eyes as much as possible. I didn't want to let her see me cry, to see how weak her young boy was turning out to be. To see the disappointment and disgust in her once loving eyes.
I heard the sounds of glass on the floor as she placed them there softly, stood to her feet, and I could imagine her striking my face in anger of seeing me so weak or softly walking away in pure disgust.
Instead I felt her strong arms wrap around me in a loving embrace as she washed the pain I held in and allowed me to weep softly onto her shoulder She rocked me back and forth gentle, treating me like the 5 year old child I was, and whispering a soft lullaby into my ear. We stayed this way for some time until my sobs quieted and my uneven breathe returned to its normal state.
"Now, now Feegi. Please tell me what's the matter," her soft voice asked in concern as I stared sadly into her soft copper colored eyes.
"You were crying and it made me cry too."
I felt like sobbing my pain away once again only to be stopped by my mother's held in giggles. I looked up at her, confusion in my eyes in wonder of why she would laugh.
"So you were crying because of me?" she chucked softly with a sign of amusement shining in her eyes.
"Yes. Why were you crying anyway?"
Her soft chuckles stopped as her eyes once again saddened, causing me to wish I had not brought up the question in the first place. I was about t apologize when a soft smile appeared onto her lips.
"I'm sorry, my young love. Please don't cry again because of me," she said as she stood up off of the ground, helping me up as well. "I was only wondering . . . if I would have enough money to buy you and Mia a gift for Christmas." I smiled up at her, admiring how much my mom loved me and my sister.
"That's all right, mom. We've never gotten a present before so this Christmas won't be much different. I really don't mind."
"No, I'm going to get you both a present from now on even if it kills," she joked casually, smiling one of her famous smiles.
"I promise you THAT, my little angel."
"Kid?"
I woke up out of my trance to see the tear-filled eyes of that guy, Ru. Did . . . did I make him cry? Why would he be sad?
I raised one child-like hand and swept away a single tear that dared to fall down his slender cheek. "Please don't cry, mister. Why would you want to cry?"
"Why would I . . .? You lost your parents and we only made it worse by separating you and . . ." he paused as he saw me chuckle slightly in front of him. He seemed so much like my mom, blaming himself for things that were not even his fault.
"Don't worry about it." I said, a gentle smile placed on my lips.
It was a couple of days before we reached our destination since I had begged that guy, who I remember was named Ruwalk, to take me back to my old house once more before it was taken over by some baka's I did not know. He ended up giving in and we traveled back to get the two things I had left that I was currently carrying, a small stuffed white wolf and a children's book with the last three pages torn out. The only two Christmas presents I had ever gotten.
"Well, here we are," a sigh came from the medium-sized man as we approached a large mansion like building painted a dark brown color and surrounded by weeds and filth, giving it that 'enter if you dare' feeling.
So this was going to become my new home I thought, cautiously approaching the large oak doors. I had a really bad feeling about THIS orphanage.
Um….yeah. Well most likely this probably confused you a bit . . . so I guess I will tell you a few things right here!
Ok, Alfeegi's parents died at an office building and know he is being sent off to an orphanage . . . heck you sort of all ready knew that, huh?
Well . . . heck I can't think . . . --;;;
Well, I guess all I can say is . . . tell me what ya think?! Please? ;;
