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Legend of Dragoon: Legend Reborn
Volume I: The Gathering
By Red-Eyed Divine Dragoon77415
Jacque's Chapter
The shrill call of the telephone echoed throughout the house, alerting everyone within thirty feet that someone was trying to call them.
"All right! All right! Hold your ass on!" said Jacquelyn West, "it figures the day that I try to get some heavy studying done everyone and their mother calls!" Jacque grumbled. She picked up the handset with every intention to verbally blast the poor fucker on the other end into oblivion.
"Jacque, it's Chris," said her cousin, "You are never going to believe what just happened to me."
"Are you going to tell me or am I going to have to guess?" said Jacque, "because you know how I am when it comes to guessing things."
"Jacque, remember that Playstation game I've been playing for the last few months?" said Chris, "The game is real!"
"You mean Legend of Dragoon?" said Jacque, "Okay, I'm finding that just a little hard to believe cuz, how can the game be real?"
"Very simple," Chris said, pausing slightly, "THE GAME CAN BE REAL BECAUSE EARLIER TONIGHT I WAS ATTACKED BY SOME BIG MONSTER! I ALMOST GOT KILLED!"
"You were attacked by a big monster!"" said Jacque, "What did it look like?"
"It reminded me of a very evil looking crab that walked on two legs. It had two giant claw-like hands. It had glowing green eyes, and for some reason it looked so familiar, but I can't put my finger on it…oh my god!" said Chris, as everything clicked together, "Jacque, I know what attacked me at the Center, it was a Virage!"
"Virage?" said Jacque, "Do I want to know just what that is, or am I going to regret asking this question."
"It's a monster that you face in the game," said Chris, "According to the game's storyline. Virages were the Winglies' answer to the alliance that Humans made with the Dragons. So do you need anymore proof? The appearance of a flesh and blood Virage, something that is only supposed to exist as some line of computer programming in a video game is proof of that."
"Okay, I'll go along with this whole thing and say that you're right. Let me ask you another question my dear cousin. What happened to this 'Virage' creature?"
"Easy, I destroyed it!" said Chris, "I did it with the Dragoon Spirit of the Red-Eyed Dragon. I created this massive fireball and hurled it through the Virage's head. It just turned to ashes and blew away in the wind, Which is a rather anti-climatic ending when you think about."
"I get the point! So what are you going to do with this Dragoon Spirit now that you have it?" said Jacque, "I mean, you could almost anything you wanted with it."
"Easy, I plan on learning how to transform into a Dragoon, and after that I have no clue," said Chris, "But I do know this Jacque. The two of us have embroiled ourselves long enough in the world of fantasy and science fiction to understand where this whole thing is going. No one in any game, book or movie we've seen has received great power of any kind just so they can play with it. There is always some greater intention in mind for the main characters. I'm more than willing to bet, that this is no different. I received this power to probably save the world. If that's the case, then that's what I'll do with it."
"You always were the champion of justice Chris," said Jacque, "Are you the only Dragoon, or will others come along."
"Oh you better believe it! There are seven other Dragoon Spirits. They and their respective users are out there somewhere, and I know that they'll all come out of the woodwork soon enough. They won't know it at the time, but one way or another I'm willing to bet that the Dragoons, all of the Dragoons will gather together for what may be their greatest battle ever. What that is yet, I don't know. I'll call you later. I have a lot of studying to do."
"Keep me informed, cousin" said Jacque and she hung up the phone, leaving a dial tone. Chris went back to rifling through his many textbooks with disgust when the phone rang again.
"Hello?" Chris said, and was greeted with a shrill feminine tone on the other end. Chris clamped his hands on the listening end of his cordless phone, "Oh hi Azrael! How are you?" said Chris, with a fake tone of sincerity in his voice. Azrael, the self-proclaimed Angel of Death, and a fellow writer, had called, and she was not pleased!
Author's Notes: I have arisen from the ash heap! I am done with school, and hope to dedicate time to "Legend Reborn", next chapter was written by Azrael, a fellow author, and the Dragoon of Darkness.