Yo this is my first attempt at a serious Suikoden fan fic so….you would probably think that I would say this: oh please go easy on me and shit like that…not here…if u have any complaints or comments say them with out second thoughts, and if u think my story sucks…then tell me why is sucks, cause I know it isn't good anyhow before this story begins there is something every fanfiction writer must do…
Disclaimer: I don't own Suikoden or any of its characters, because if I did own Suikoden, there would be a Pesmerga scenario in Suikoden 3.
Castle name: Dragon
Hero: Riou…I actually named him Razz but I am sticking with the true one
Droplets of water fell to the ground of Dragon castle hammering away at the solid stone walls of this great castle that was once part of the peaceful city of Northwind, but that was before the city became a victim to Neclords blood lust. Soon after he was driven away from his new dwelling, then it became a base for the Dunan unification army to operate from, but now…even when the war ended and peace engulfed the land, many of Riou's companions continued living here having no other place to call home.
Just like the woman stepping out into one of the many balconies of this fabulous building. The only thing concealing her pale skin from the coldness of the rain drops was a short white dress that barley reached her knees, a blue cape covering her shoulders under these clothes was the form of a girl that looked no older than sixteen years of age. That just proves that looks can be deceiving for she had lived for over eight hundred years witnessing kingdoms fall while others were born, cities built, others burn, blessed or cursed by the rune she bared, for she was the bearer of the Blue moon rune… Sierra Mikain.
The beautiful vampiress stepped forward, laying her pale white hand on the wet handle of the balcony, feeling the raindrops lash at her body but that was the least of her worries. For now she simply gazed at the courtyard of the castle she called home.
'How long has it been?' she wondered…
'I have spent many days in this castle, even after the mortals have finally ended their war…and it does not seem I will be leaving soon either…' she stated in her thoughts.
'I have no where to go to…' she continued.
And for a slight moment the coven mistress showed a hint of sadness, not many have seen this expression on her face before, because she often hid her true emotions under that lazy smile of hers, not many knew of what she felt inside. Even though she was welcome here she still feels lonely, every one in this castle had some one to talk to, some one dear to them, some one they trusted except Sierra, she had no one.
'Friends… I guess that's one of the few things the mortals have and I dont…' she then placed her elbow on the wet handle and then supported her head on the palm of her pale hand to witness the garden beneath her.
Her eyes moving from left to right thinking she will see no one out in this rainy night, even Feather was inside of the castle not wanting to endure such stormy weather, but the she-vampire's eyes fell on a motionless figure located on the left corner of the gate, who would ever see him now would think that he was nothing but a statue, he bared black and silver armor that covered his entire body, the helmet on his lowered head covered his eyes and possessed red devil like horns. While his shoulder pads had three layers of armor the first one was fully black, the second was silver and it was noticeable because of the dark spike on each layer that ran from its beginning till they reached the height of the figures head, and the third layer was similar to the first, a type of black metal that resembled the darkness. The rest of the armor was fully black along with silver colored parts beneath it, and finally the hilt of a sword could be seen by this knight's side, the hilt it self looked like it would be suited for a king, maybe that's why this weapon was called King Crimson, Sierra was now starring at the enigma of the Dunan Unification army, a cold and powerful captain of one of the infantry teams, the Dark Knight Pesmerga.
Standing there not caring about the many tiny orbs of water that shattered once connecting with his dark armor, Causing water to reek down till it reached his armored boots and continued down into the ground, His face as always was bearing no emotion what so ever, as if something stripped him of all feeling, but his fists were clenched showing a somewhat hint of anger and hatred.
The Blue moon rune bearer continued to stare at the dark knight with a flicker of curiosity in her eyes, she did not expect to see any living thing out in this blistering cold atmosphere, but Pesmerga was always known to do the unexpected, he was shrouded in a cloud of mystery and an aura of coldness, those two things kept every one at bay, no one ever tried to venture into the world of this lonely dark knight, they are either afraid of what they might find or not interested, and surprisingly he seemed content with things going that way…his way.
Slowly, Pesmerga raised his lowered head sensing a strange aura nearing the castle, the scent of death and destruction filled the atmosphere of the castle, a scent that only he can determine "Yuber…" the name that never left his thoughts once, he felt his presence, he stepped away from his spot slowly starting to exit the castle's territory, not noticing the vampire's keen eyes that were fixed on every move he made.
'This could be interesting…'curiosity entered the pale girl's mind as she saw the cold knight disembark, but she considered the thought first, thinking that she should not interfere in others affairs 'No…I should let him be…whatever he is planning to do I am sure it has nothing to do with me…' but unable to control the curiosity that sparked with fury inside her mind it took little to no time to submit to it 'I…I can't let him leave alone…'
'Besides, he might need some help even though he seems stronger than any normal mortal…' starting to fit the picture of her intruding in a nice way 'he might even be able to help me…if I asked nicely…'giggling at the thought of a little problem she had recently with a certain nuisance, suddenly the sadness and loneliness that filled her heart were replaced by curiosity and excitement, and all that just because she planed to visit a dark knight…it is as most people say when they meet her "she's strange…"
Then in an instant her body was launched in the air, and slowly started to descend, her vampirec powers vibrated around her body appearing in the form of purple colored energy concealing her from the world around her not even letting the rain drops that once lashed at her pale skin enter through the veil that surrounded this child of the night.
Causing her to land slowly with out fear of injury, when the tip of her shoe touched the ground, the energy diminished, letting the rain pass on to her once more, but it was just like her nature not to care. As she walked outside the castle on the trail of the vengeful knight, but she did not know that she was being followed by a shadow that sailed elegantly through the air who is also curios of why the dark knight and the vampire left the castle.
As the dark knight began to advance further from the ex-strong hold of the Dunan unification army, his slow pace transformed into a rapid stride across the beast filled land that surrounded the castle, although that held little to no attention from the view point of Pesmerga for now all that was important was to find Yuber and kill him, to Pesmerga that is all that mattered.
For he had waited so long for an opportunity like this and it came to him, waiting in that drenched old castle till he got the information that hungered him more for the taste of revenge, and that info clearly stated; since Yuber abandoned Highland at the fall of L'Renouille it is said that he had made his way here into the land of the Dunan army.
Whether this was true or not…this was Pesmerga's only strand of lead that was left for him to pull on, so not having any choice he took the chance, it did not matter to him because most of his life he did not get to choose.
In the midst of the outer plains near South window the rain was the hardest that night, not many dared step out into the storm of watery arrows that did not subside since last night, but one of the few who dared to step out in the fury of the weather was a man dressed in black armor, covering him just like the half enigmatic half evil aura that alerted some of his dreadful presence. Few things made him look human one of them was the strands of blonde hair that were unsealed by his helmet, and his half masked face that mostly wore a sadistic smile, his name is Yuber, a name that is spoken in dreadful times of war.
'A month has passed on my little mishap in Highland, I have lost my chance to get to the Beast rune…if only I tried getting it sooner…' the Eight fold rune bearer looked around his surroundings that consisted of wet grass and uncountable puddles, as thoughts of the past ran through his devilish mind.
'Luca Blight would have caused a bit of a problem but it would have been solved none the less…then came that little wuss Joey…but I must admit he was able to get a high rank in such a short time, heh, I guess some humans are interesting…' the thoughts of the past still running through his devilish mind.
his hand clasped his sword's hilt and with a stroke of his arm he unsheathed the sword and quickly delivered a horizontal slash to a nearby rock, Causing a giant gash to appear on the grey stone, his face now bearing a mixture of sadisticness and anger.
'if only I had tried to get the rune sooner…instead I planned to wait for the Highland army to lose…and then I would sneak in when everything returns to normal and get that rune…but Silverberg beat me to it…I should have never trusted that maggot…humans tend to be very unreliable, But it seems that rune was not enough to stop the Dunan army' he continued slashing at the rock, decorating it with many scars that represented his anger and hatred.
'But it sure was enjoyable hearing the screams of pain that came from all those sacrifices…' his mind dwelled into the past projecting for his demonic eyes the looks of fear and agony on the faces of the people who were sacrificed. He could not hold the demonic laughter inside of him any longer.
"Hehehehehe…if only I could get to hear there screams again, and see thier blood being spilled…" he said to no one as he was now looking around for something to kill, but it seemed that this night was not his night for he did not see any creature insight, he looked at his sword as if he was begging it to lead him to a target, but he knew that could never happen.
Just as he was about to sheath it once more, he planned in his mind to walk to the cave of wind where he could wait there until this rain storm stops, but all that changed in a split second. Feeling a fearful presence near him he turned around to see a massive two handed sword cutting through the air hungering to separate his head from his body, in a last desperate attempt he hastily raised his two handed weapon to his head, barley being able to block the powerful blow that caused him to step back and almost lose his footing.
At this moment, anger and surprise dwelled inside of his demonic soul "the only screams you will hear tonight are your own…and the only blood that will be spilled tonight is your own…and tonight the pain that I have felt all these years shall be your own…" said a shadowy figure that stood in front of the inhuman dark knight.
If u r reading this then u probably finished reading my story and as I said before…if u have any comments or complains say them with out hesitation, if u feel like flaming me go ahead cause I just got a new flame armor and I want to test it out, and as you people can see a lot of things are not explained but don't worry everything well be cleared up in the upcoming chapters.