A/N: Ok, so it took quite a while for me to think up another story… I promise to update it this time! It's for someone that's very important to me… I guess when he reads this he'll know who he is… He's my muse/escort/whatever… One of my main characters is patterned after him… So, here it is… My third Ragnarok fanfiction…
Disclaimer: I do not own Ragnarok… the game or the manwha…
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Chapter 1:
Dark Shadows
"I refuse to!"
"But you must."
"I won't be your slave!"
"You already are."
"What if I don't want to!"
"You have no other choice, do as I say."
"You're sick."
"I know, I'm proud of it."
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"Hurry up!" a girl with a homely face and strangely long and pointy ears called out to a much younger girl behind her, "We haven't got all night!"
She skipped up the white cobblestone path of Al De Baran, a basket filled to the brim with carrots, cabbages and fish on hand. Her long, wavy brown hair trailed behind her. Her ears twitched a bit as the old clocktower rung high above. She looked up with her shiny green eyes and sighed. She looked about seventeen and was wearing a long dark hooded cloak.
"Hey! These radishes are heavy too, you know!" the younger girl, that had the same long ears and wearing the same hooded cloak, piped up behind her.
As they crossed one of Al De Baran's bridges, the younger girl's hazel-shaped, green eyes twinkled at the sight of the beaming dark-haired Kafra that crossed them. She giggled and tossed one of her dark, two-ponytailed hair with her free hand. The moon rose high above them as the clocktower ticked closer to 10:15pm- curfew time. The older girl hastened her steps as the younger one struggled to keep up.
"Aw man!" the younger girl, who looked about eleven years old, looked up as the clocktower chimed again, "Curfew time! Now the guards won't let us out!"
"We can always use Kafra Krysta's shortcut!" the older girl winked at her, "Krysta's gonna be on guard there as always, she'll let us through for tonight."
The duo tiptoed past the guards in brown uniforms who were marching up to Al De Baran's exits. They dissolved themselves in the shadows of the wall and one of Al De Baran's old gray windmills that sandwiched them. They minced their steps ever so slowly, their cloaks trailing behind them.
Kafra Krysta, a young, kind-faced, blonde-haired young lady in her balloon skirt, puffy-sleeved Kafra uniform and apron was leaning against the wall, awaiting the two girls. She looked at them sternly as she fixed her white Kafra hairband.
"Stay at the headquarters tonight," Kafra Krysta told them, "It's gonna be nasty out there, even for you too. I can hear those darned oversized insects already."
"But we have to get home," the older girl pleaded, "Mom'll kill us if we stay any longer."
"Yeah, we haven't been out this late before," the younger girl squeaked, "Never in my life have I been caught in curfew time."
"I can lose my job if I let you through," Kafra Krysta's eyebrows narrowed down, "Or your lives."
"But we've been through this route a gazillion times before!" the older girl implored her, "Please, Krysta, let us through…"
"As you wish," Kafra Krysta sighed and pulled back a light curtain-like cloth that looked like Al De Baran's white brick wall, camouflaging the gaping hole underneath it, "Stay safe, dears, goodnight."
"G'night, Krysta," they chorused.
The duo slipped through the wall easily and out of the wilderness. They found themselves at the foot of Mount Mjolnir. The cold wind rustled the leaves of the greenery quite loudly and the delicate girls shivered under their cloaks. The faint chirping of Mount Mjolnir's insect monsters was heard in the distance. Suddenly, the older girl's right air twitched, as though picking up a signal.
"Do you hear that" she whispered cautiously, looking around for something that seemed missing.
"No, why?"
"Sounds like somebody… breathing or something…"
Before she could finish, the surroundings turned pitch black. The moon and stars were engulfed in a dark shadow that had erupted from somewhere and the evening cries of the Mantis had stopped abruptly. Only their breaths of air were heard among the darkness that had overwhelmed the background.
"What's going on?" the younger girl grabbed the older girl's sleeve, terrified "Sissy?"
"I don't know…" she kept looking around.
There was a flash from the distance and she understood.
"Look out!" she shielded the young girl.
A silhouette of a man had materialized in front of the older girl, sticking something into her stomach. Her eyes grew wide and she spat out blood. The younger girl screamed in horror as a huge crimson blot revealed itself on the older girl's cloak. The younger girl fell onto her knees as the older girl followed with a thud on the ground.
The younger girl's eyes were overwhelmed with terrified tears, gushing out like her eyes were meant to be faucets. She took the older girl on her lap. The older girl seemed to be hanging on, breathing irregularly.
The younger girl looked up to see a shadow looming over them… She couldn't see any face, only darkness… and the glow of a red scar on its cheek, glimmering like it was on fire…
"I'm sorry… I didn't mean to… I…" an apologizing voice faded into the nigh, "I'm sorry… I really am… She wasn't my… I'm sorry…"
"Isabelle! Isabelle!" Kafra Krysta called out to the younger girl as she ran towards her with a group of Al De Baran guards.
"Isabelle! Isabelle!"
Her vision was getting blurry…
"Isabelle! Isabelle!"
Until it faded into the darkness.
"Isabelle! Isabelle, wake up!"
Ten miles way, a dark-haired, green-eyed girl named Isabelle awoke with a start.
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A/N: There you are, the first chappie… Heheh… It actually hasn't developed much yet, but it will get better, I promise… Anyways, get on with your reviews! Exactly who and what is Isabelle will be revealed in my second chappie… And why they have such long ears… Pristine-chan loves your reviews! grins widely Ja ne!