Authors Note: Chapter 3

Dear Creators of LoD,

I would gladly send you the completed script of this story so that you can make a sequel to the best game ever.

Sincerely,

Foxthefox

I wish eh?

Protection

"So you're saying that you let the boy escape?" A loud voice boomed through the hollow walls of a dark room.

"No that is exactly the opposite of what I said. I said that he started to glow in a red aura; I could feel the heat coming from the Dragoon spirit you were looking for. The Red-Eye I think you said it was." A female voice spoke swiftly, trying not to annoy whoever she was speaking too.

"So a boy, thousands of years in the future holds the Red-Eye Dragoon spirit, and has been brought here." The voice said again, quieter this time, "Well you will have to find him. Be cautious though, for the other dragoon's probably already know of him. Don't fail me again." The voice said, anger filling his voice again.

The woman nodded and then proceeded to back out of the room, picking up a large scythe that had been left at the door. Almost as soon as she had left the room had she been greeted by another voice.

"So! Get screamed at by the Ancestor?" he asked, a slight grin spread across his face.

"Shut up Chaos!" She said angrily, pushing past him to set out again.

Chaos laughed as he followed her closely, he stopped her before she could jump off of the ledge into the night sky.

"Hey Nicole, you're not going anywhere without me this time." Chaos said, brushing his shoulder length silver hair out of his eyes, "I'm not letting my sister go up against a Dragoon alone." He laughed.

Nicole sighed as she pulled him into a hug.

"Thanks bro, now lets get out of here." She said, releasing him from her embrace.

In the forest outside of Seles

Dart and Darian had been travelling for a few hours now. Darian had only just begun to notice that his clothes were torn and his shoes were wearing away.

"Hey Dart I don't think my clothes are fit for this place." Darian sighed, noticing the gaping hole in one of his shoes.

Dart looked over at him and laughed as Darian frowned at his attire.

"We will pick up some armour for you in Bale. You won't be able to wear normal clothes anymore; you need to be able to take some hits when you're not in your dragoon form as well." Dart informed.

"Great I'll be lugging around clunky armour for the rest of my time here." Darian sighed.

Dart only laughed once again.

"Don't worry we'll find some you like." Dart said.

Dart and Darian continued walking for about another hour before they stopped to set up camp for the night. They were about halfway through the forest when night finally fell upon the sky. Dart prepared the fire while Darian prepared the beds for the night. When everything was prepared Dart and Darian warmed themselves by the fire.

"So Dart, my Dragoon spirit is the spirit of the Red-Eye dragon right?" Darian asked curiously.

"Correct." Dart confirmed.

"So what are the other spirits?" Darian asked, assaulting Dart with questions.

"There is the White-Silver Dragoon, the Jade Dragoon, the Blue Sea Dragoon, the Golden Dragoon, the Violet Dragoon, the Dark Dragoon, and finally the Divine Dragoon spirit which is the one I own." Dart explained.

"There's quite a few aint there." Darian chuckled as he began to think about Dart's transformation.

It really was quite spectacular. His deadly combat experience combined with that sword and cannon, Darian shuddered just thinking about it. It didn't seem like Dart had any normal Dragoon spirit either, the six wings kind of gave it away.

He must be stronger than the others. Darian thought as he pictured the cannon blowing away a city.

His thoughts were interrupted when Dart suddenly moved.

"Come on, let's get some rest." He said as he moved over to one of the beds, resting himself comfortably in the sheets.

Darian had only just now realized that he was pretty tired.

"Yeah I could use a snooze." He laughed as he moved over to the other bed, falling asleep quickly.

Not far away, Dart and Darian had been followed by the very same man who had been watching them back in Seles.

You lived in a world where your kind is apparently supposed to be an extinct race? A voice asked in the man's head.

"Correct." He replied.

What a shock. All of my users seem to have a dark past, or some shocking twist to their lives. The voice said again.

The man smirked from under his hood.

"Congratulations."

He held a longsword at his side, sharp and sturdy but light enough to use with one hand. He could hear the constant rumbling of the voice inside his head but he couldn't help but wonder if it would ever shut up. He heard voices off in the distance, ducking down to observe the situation.

The five other Winglies from before had been following Dart and Darian since they left from Seles, planning on killing them in their sleep for revenge. The man wasn't going to let it happen, he knew he would have to deal with them quietly but if things turned bad he'd have to get physical.

He ran out onto the forest path, standing in front of the group of Winglies.

"Get out of our way." The one leading the group said angrily, before trying to pass him.

The man replied to that answer by lifting up his hand and sending a small fireball in the Winglies direction, the force from the attack blowing his hood off, revealing long silver hair.

"Another Wingly! Well now that changes things, we can kill ya now and bring you to that Wingly bounty hunting place in Lohan, good money that is." Another Wingly spoke with an evil grin on his face.

"Wouldn't they want your heads as well?" The man asked.

"Nah, if we give em a dead Wingly we'll be paid and let go. Anyways, what is your name?" The head Wingly asked.

"If you must know, it is Shane." He replied calmly.

"Well Shane, I hope your last thoughts were pleasant." The head Wingly smirked as he charged, brandishing a battle axe as he ran towards his new enemy.

Shane's facial expression didn't change as he was attacked. He simply lifted up his arm, deflecting the attack with his own blade. Stepping forward he spun his sword, avoiding the charging Wingly and stabbing him in the back. As the Wingly fell the others all drew their weapons.

"Any more want to die?" Shane sighed as he held out the dark blue orb in his other hand.

You can't take on the other four alone, transform! The voice spoke into his mind.

Before the four Winglies had a chance to attack a dark blue light formed around Shane's body. The dark chest plate ran around his torso while the plate legs formed shortly after. The velvet wings appeared out of a mass of darkness.

"A Dragoon? There's only one this time, kill this one this time!" Another Wingly spoke as they charged.

Shane moved swiftly, angling his body in a way he wouldn't have been able to before without the spirit's help. He avoided the cleaving motion of an axe that would have taken of his head. Shane brought his sword up gracefully, impaling the Wingly. Shane spun around just in time to avoid the thin blade searing past his head. In a quick motion he brought his sword up again, severing the veins in the neck of the Wingly. Shane didn't even let the other Wingly move before it was struck down by the tip of his sword.

"Is that all of you?" He spat, just about to will himself to morph back.

Behind you. The voice said, but was a few seconds too late as Shane received a cut under his arm through an opening in his armour.

Shane winced as he felt the blood trickle down his arm.

Damn, I guess this armour does have its faults. Shane thought as he turned around, spotting the last Wingly.

The look on Shane's face must have scared the Wingly as much as the curse of being sent to watch over Mayfil would have, it might have even scared him worse. The Wingly turned to run but Shane was having no feelings of mercy at the moment. He glared at the Wingly for a few seconds until he raised his arm and threw his sword right at the Wingly, piercing its back. For a few seconds the Wingly could feel its energy being drained.

"Astral Drain." Shane spoke angrily.

Dart's eyes eased open from his light sleep. Hearing the familiar name of the spell of the Darkness dragoon he watched as the Dragoon drained the energy from the Wingly.

Shane's sword broke away from the limp Wingly's body and returned to his hand. A dark light lit the forest as he morphed back to normal. He checked under his arm, the cut was healed and the blood had dried. He turned back to Dart and Darian, eyeing there camp warily. Dart closed his eyes to avoid drawing attention.

Shane sighed; his plans for tomorrow evidently had been ruined. If Winglies were after these two then they probably wouldn't enjoy having one accompany them.

"I guess I'll just continue watching them. I'll help them if they need me." Shane muttered to himself as he walked back into the shadows of the forest, leaving only the dead Winglies bodies as a trace of him being there.

Dart sat up slightly, making sure that the boy had indeed left.

So the darkness dragoon has been recovered. I guess it was only a matter of time. It really is true that Dragoon's attract one another. Dart thought as he again tipped his head back and went back to sleep.

Hmm Brother and Sister Winglies looking for Darian and other Dragoons

Dart giving Darian some explanations.

And our new character Shane kicking some Wingly ass lol.

This was another fun chapter to write, hope everyone enjoys!

R&R

Fox