Summary: Tristan and Loki are two individuals who meet under strange circumstances, both are somewhat different and they know it. However, perhaps it is destiny that they, along with those of their kind—willingly or not, arrive at a Promise of Vengeance which they must fulfill at all costs.
Author's Notes: This story is based of the Online RPG Ragnarok, standard disclaimer applies. The first few parts are only a prelude to the story. Hope you like it. Please read and review,
Promise of Vengeance
Chapter 1
"I shouldn't be here…"
Echoes of dripping water broke the silence as it fell upon the stone tiles. The water leaked and bounced off the walls till it reached him from the distance.
"I should be leaving…but I'm stuck, I can't make myself move…"
Cold and freezing…he shuddered and tried to keep the tatters of his cotton shirt close enough to bring a touch of warmth upon his skin. Rubbing his arms with his palms, he hoped the friction would add heat to him, yet he felt colder with the touch of his own clammy hands...
"I should be dead by now…how long have I stayed here?"
The question stretched the burdening remains of his sanity.
"I shouldn't be here…I should be leaving, why cant I?"
There was a shrill whinny and the clatter of hooves against broken tiles, his grey-blue eyes looked up and stared at a nightmare's emblazoned mane blowing through with hues of royal blue on black.
He shivered from the dark aura about it and hid in the shadowed corners of the room.
"Leave me alone..." he thought, watching the creature as it pawed and reared its hooves in the air to crush tiles under its heavy soles, "I've done nothing to you...leave,"
Loud shouts and shadows began to take form upon the walls and resound through the hallways of Geffen's tower as men burst through the door of the room and cornered the nightmare.
"There you are…and I thought we'd missed you," a wizard grinned, eyeing the creature amusedly.
In a fit of panic, the creature advanced towards them only to be halted by lightning bolt in its path, a wizard's hands were extended, still crackling with remnants of magical energy.
"Its a wild one..." he remarked as he began muttering a spell under his breath, sending another lightning bolt at its feet and turning to his comrade, "Kill it quick Knight boy..."
"No problem...it'll be over in a sec," a Knight began to advance, attacking the nightmare with a large broad sword…swung awkwardly despite the Knight's burly size.
"Jeez...get a smaller sword if you can't handle that thing yet," A priest complained, sending buffs in his comrade's direction, "You can cut my head off if you swing in the wrong direction..."
The knight snorted, "Shut up and give me a blessing..."
"F you," came the retort.
"What are they doing!" the boy clenched his fists in the shadows as he watched the scene before him, careful not to breathe.
The nightmare scampered about in confusion, cut in several places by the broad sword---dripping with a dark liquid which the boy could assume to be the creature's blood. It bucked and reared its hooves in the air,
Watching the creature attempting a futile escape, the boy in the shadows felt the rising pulse in his veins—
"What are you doing! Attack them! Try and get away!"
The wizard cast another spell, sending the nightmare backed against the wall.
"There…there…don't be too frightened…" The priest mocked, giving his comrades a grin,
"Hah! You sound as though you're cajoling a woman!" the Knight sneered,
The wizard chuckled, "Let 'im be, we'll have women tonight once we sell off the bounty for the monsters we've killed,"
Laughing, they watched amusedly as the priest slowly advanced to the nightmare, mace in hand while cooing soothing words of comfort,
"There...there, all I need is one clear hit on your head and its over…"
The Knight sneered, "Hurry up with that! Its just one nightmare, we have more to slay if we're going to get something out of this job…"
The shadows where the boy stood gathered closer to his figure as his fists clenched.
" Vile creatures…why do you do this? "
The nightmare continued to whinny and back up against the wall,
The Wizard frowned, "What if we get another horseshoe from this one? It'd have been a waste of time…"
"You have no right to abuse…its done nothing to you. "
"There'll be more…we could slay as many as we want, they're just monsters…"
The Priest smiled as he bashed at the nightmare, its head reared and spouted with more of dark liquid, bathing the trio,
"Damn it! This one's tough…I'll have to give it another go…"
The pulse and race of the boy's heart drowned out the shrill whinnies of the nightmare as it continued to back away from its attackers.
"Try doing that attack again to the creature…I swear… "
The priest bashed at the nightmare with one hard blow, sending it toppled over, its body making a loud thump as it crashed into the broken tiles, leaving a small cloud of dust from its downed body.
"Vile creatures… "
The nightmare's emblazoned mane died out whilst its body turned to ash, leaving a blue box where its body had lain dead.
"All right! An old blue box! Wonder what it has in there…" The priest smiled as he fingered the cover of the small treasure when an ominous mist fell upon the room.
The trio's breath came in deep, leaving small clouds as they exhaled.
The knight shivered, "Let's get outta here…I'm starting to get the creeps…"
To be Continued.