Lief: (sweatdrops as she notices when was the last time she updated this) Oh. My. God. I am sooo sorry. I was so busy with schoolwork, house work and DNAngel-fan-fic-work, that I totally forgot this even existed! . I am sooo sorry! (ducks as several random objects are thrown at her) Uhh… (peeks out from under desk) I guess I deserve that… Anyway, go ahead with the chappie. I know it sucks, so I'll just leave you to it. (runs away with a large football helmet on head in case anyone decides to throw things at her again)
Title: Draconic Wars
Author: Lief Nerys
Pairings: TakuyaxKouji (Takouji), TaichixYamato (Taito), DaisukexKen (Daiken)
Rating: Not really sure, but M, just to be safe.
Summary: Since the dawn of Time, the Firedrakes and Sea Serpents have battled endlessly for power over the Lands of Fire, Water, Air and Earth, unheeding of the consequences wrought by their actions. Now, a winged Elf is born, the first in several centuries, and a Dragon Rider is called forth to fight for the Light. Caught in the middle of a long-forgotten prophecy in their ruined lands, they must come together and journey through many hardships and find the legendary Gem of Light.
Warning: Contains Yaoi and Yuri (I think), so if you find this repulsive, offensive, revolting or disgusting, do leave right now 'cause I couldn't care less if you flame me for that. Oh, and I guess there's gonna be major OOC for everyone, so, be warned!
Disclaimer: I do not own Digimon and never will.
Chapter 3: Freedom
He stumbled on his bloody, bare feet as he ran through the sharp, low branches of Deadwood trees, panicked mind set on nothing but keeping the fast pace his strained, tired legs kept him on. His ivory arms, too, were cut and bloody, sending waves of pain shooting through his exhausted body, though he kept on running.
Running.
Five years of his short life had been spent running, five years worth of memories consisted of carrying out this act, and what had that brought him? Back into Burngrey's clutches once more.
How many times had he been recaptured, how many times had he been punished for trying to run away?
Too many to be counted, that he was sure of.
And yet, still he kept trying. Many a time he had asked himself, why did he keep trying? Why was he so persistent? Why?
And many a time, the answer would be silence.
He didn't know why he tried. He didn't know why he hoped. All he knew was there was something out there, someone, that was waiting for him. And he had to get away from Burngrey to get to that something, that someone.
Something deep within his mind called out to him, and he couldn't fight it, as much as he wanted to. He couldn't fight it, just as he couldn't fight the emergence wings whenever the Fire Drake Lord burned him.
Slap, slop, splash.
Each step in the muddy puddles of the forest floor dirtied his ivory skin, as well as his white tunic, but just as he did the constant presence of pain, he ignored the filth rapidly covering him. He couldn't afford to stop, or pause; he was so close to the edge of the dark heavily-wooded area, so close to freedom. More so than he had ever been.
Slap, slop, splash.
His senses could not detect Burngrey's aura, and he hoped desperately it was because the Fire Drake Lord was not on his tail.
Slap, slop, splash.
The smaller, much younger Drakes, the Salamanders, were nowhere to be sense, either, and that helped his hope grow larger.
Slap, slop, splash.
Was it possible that he was finally going to be free?
Slap, slop, splash.
The light ahead of him was getting brighter by the second, the light that came from the opening of the edge of Black Wood.
Slap, slop, splash.
Was he really…
Slap, slop, splash.
… going to be…
Slap, slop, splash.
… free…?
Bright, blinding light of pure, pristine white engulfed him, and he closed his eyes, allowing the warmth to engulf him as he fell onto his knees weakly, staring blankly at pale brown dirt beneath his bloody hands.
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"Kouichi!" yelled Takuya over the loud noise of the crowd in the bustling marketplace, standing on his tip toes to see over the throng of civilians.
A small blob of the darkest ebony could be spotted a few feet away, the only ebony of its kind, and Takuya pushed forward to get through the many people running around in the stall-lined dirt street. When Takuya had gotten to where he had last seen Kouichi, he found, quite evidently, that the ebonette he was searching for had disappeared elsewhere. Sighing in frustration, the brunette growled lowly in his throat before pushing back through the crowd.
It had only been three days into their journey towards Droinead, two very uneventful days even with the Royal Knight and Takuya glaring and spitting at each other at every chance they got, and they were now making a pit stop at a small town called Izumi. Unfortunately for them, they had arrived at the small, yet obviously busy, town at Late Dawn, a time when Marketers and Herb Vendors were at their busiest selling hours, and Takuya and Kouichi had been unceremoniously been dragged around the marketplace in the sea of people.
Takuya was abruptly pushed aside and he fell to the side on his rump, pulling him out of his thoughts. Grumbling as he got back up, the brunette looked around to see where he was, only to notice that he was no longer in the middle of the marketplace and was instead at the edge of the small town.
Frowning in annoyance, the young Dragon Rider suddenly noticed that he was facing a forest of Deadwood trees that towered high above him, and any of the buildings behind him in the town, for that matter, and the shadows they cast with their spiky, dark green leaves looked as though they were alive and were leering at him. His frown turned to one of caution when he noticed something moving among the darkness of the thick trunks of the frightening trees, something bright.
Suddenly, the bright something fell forward and out of the shade of the dark forest, landing on the dirt ground on its hands and knees, which, Takuya suddenly noticed, were soaked in blood. Dark ebony hair, darker than even Kouichi's, fell limply below the something's shoulders, hiding its face as it looked down on the ground.
Takuya stared for a moment, noticing that the something had long, narrow ears that were pointed at the tips, showing that the something was an Elf. When the Elf remained on the ground after a few minutes, Takuya started to worry that it had somehow passed out of blood loss in that position or something and decided to move over to it.
"Umm… Hey?" he tried, speaking in Droishén, a language all creatures knew.
The Elf suddenly jerked its head up and Takuya gasped audibly as dark blue eyes, twin windows to dark, stormy seas, locked with his own cinnamon-brown orbs. Sharp, delicate features, beautiful beyond comparison, were stained by dried blood, though not clearly marred by any visible scars.
"Nii kastes oné e(1)?" murmured the Elf weakly in reply, its voice soft and musical.
Takuya's eyebrows knitted together as he knelt down next to the Elf. He recognized the tongue it spoke in, one of the many tongues his Master had taught him; Castrené, the language of the Fey Elf, Elves that held the highest position in the line of Elfin royalty. Question was, what was a Castréan doing stumbling out of a forest of Deadwood at a town like Izumi, bloody and ragged?
"Uén dos ter Izumí (2)," Takuya said, answering the Elf's question. Ignoring the warm feeling he got as he moved closer to the Elf, he placed his hand on said Elf's back in what he hoped was a comforting gesture.
The Elf blinked once before suddenly smiling softly, unknowingly sending more warm sensations ablaze in a now-confused Takuya.
"Ane oné aserti… emrén e(3)?" he murmured, before losing all consciousness and falling to his side, right into Takuya's arms.
Tbc…
(1) Nii kastes oné e: Where am I?
(2) Uén dos ter Izumí: You are at Izumi
(3) Ane oné aserti… emrén e: Am I finally… free?
Lief: (peeks in from door with helmet still on) Right, that's it for now. Hope you guys liked it. (ducks again as more objects are thrown, this time sharper and shinier) ˆ-ˆ Please R&R and don't kill me.