Well Chapter three is ready…not much else to say other then that.
Disclaimer: I do not own Legend of the Dragoon, only the characters and plotline I have created for them.
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Elwin awoke the next morning rather anxious. "We're going to leave for Seles today…" He thought. He climbed out of his bed and grabbed some clothes to change into. Within a few moments he was dressed and ready to go.
He had changed into a white shirt with a brown leather jacket. His pants were semi-loose as well as black in color, matching this were his boots that went half way up his shin. Around his neck was his mother's necklace that he had gotten the day before. Finally strapped to his waist was a pair of sheaths that Dillan had given him for his new butterfly swords.
He left his room and made his way slowly outside, looking around at the various rooms of the old cottage as he went. A somber feeling followed after him as he went. He truthfully, was sad that he was going to be leaving. This small rural village had been his home his whole life. The whole idea of leaving did seem a bit surreal to him.
He stopped just before the door leading outside and looked back one last time. He looked down a short hallway into what was the living room of the cottage. He smiled then as he thought back.
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8 year old Elwin sat in a small wooden chair, as he looked up at Dillan. His green eyes were full of energy and excitement. Dillan had been tutoring him on small basic things that he should know, as a teacher would its student, and today Dillan had promised to show him something special.
Dillan crouched down slightly, and smiled at the young Elwin. "Are you ready?" He asked in a mock voice of excitement.
Elwin smiled and nodded his head vigorously. "Yeah! Show me!" He said happily.
Dillan revealed from behind his back, the massive sword that he used as a weapon. Dillan held it easily with one hand, and placed the blade on his own shoulder. In his other hand, he held out two small knives. "Today, Elwin, I'm going to show you some basic fighting techniques." he said. "You'll be using these to fight with."
Elwin looked from the two small knives to the massive sword that Dillan held on his shoulder and frowned. "That's not fair!" he cried, folding his arms across his chest. "You're going to win with that thing!"
Dillan took a quick glance at his sword, and laughed heartily. "I'm now going to be using this! Seeing as this is our first lesson and I don't want to hurt you to much, I'll be using a simple wooden staff." He said happily.
Elwin kept his arms folded across his chest as he considered this. His frown slowly changed into small smirk, and he gleefully reached out and took the knives from Dillan's hand.
Dillan laughed again and walked towards the front door of the cottage. "All right then! Outside Elwin!" he said as he opened the door and went through it himself.
Elwin jumped out of the chair and chased after his foster father happily, disappearing out the door.
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Fifteen year-old Elwin stood in front of the door, and took a deep breathe, as he opened the door and walked through it slowly. He covered his eyes, as the sun was shining brightly outside.
"Morning Elwin!" Dillan called suddenly.
Elwin was startled and jumped up a little bit. He looked around for a moment before realizing that Dillan was walking up the road towards him from the village market, he awkwardly waved his hand as his foster father. "Good morning Dillan!" he called.
Dillan laughed, as he drew nearer to Elwin. Elwin noticed that his foster father was wearing a light traveler's cloak over a simple brown tunic shirt. He wore brown pant as well as simple shoes. His massive sword was strapped across his back.
"All ready to go, Elwin?" Dillan asked when he had gotten closer.
Elwin nodded slowly, and walked over to join his foster father. "I have everything I need." he said. "How are we going to get to Seles though?" he asked.
"By ship." Dillan answered. "Witch means that we are heading to Furni northeast of here. We can catch a ship to Serido from there." Dillan started to walk on ahead of Elwin, he had a calm smile on his face as he walked.
Elwin stood still for a few moments, and glance back one last time at the small cottage before chasing off after Dillan. "Here we go!" he thought grimly.
Up ahead, Elwin could see a few of the villagers gathering to say good-bye to the pair of them. Elwin frowned at this, as he had hoped they could have left quietly. Apparently, Dillan disagreed with him, as he had started to laugh, and shake hands with a few of his friends and saying quick words of farewell.
Elwin said and did very little around the villagers, as he had only very few friends in the village. He had preferred to be alone after his parents had died after all, and even when they were alive he stayed at home more often then not.
When Dillan had finished with his friends, he and Elwin finally started to move on in their journey.
Travel was slow by foot, but Elwin had nothing to complain about. He always had enjoyed walking through the small wooded areas near the village. He always thought was the one normal thing about his childhood after his parents had died.
Elwin looked around at the plains around him, taking note of everything he saw. Stones, Trees, even the withering grass. He wanted to make sure that if he even returned here, he could remember what the area looked like.
Dillan was a few steps ahead of Elwin, he had a faint smirk on his face, as he thought of his home.
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Miles away in the castle town of Bale in Serido, Lyon sits at a large table within a small semi destroyed building, around him sat various people. He smirked, as he looked into their faces, each one returning his smile with a wicked one of their own.
"It's time to get to work, Wren!" Lyon called out suddenly among the group.
A stern faced man stood up from his seat halfway down the table, and looked towards Lyon. His Ice cold eyes focused on Lyon. He was Wren, the leader of a band of thieves based in Serido. "Yes Lyon?" He asked.
"Things are beginning to fall into place. I want you and your men to be ready for your phase that is on coming." Lyon said.
Wren nodded with a smirk set readily on his scared face. "Just give the word, and we will jump into action." He brushed a hand through his short black hair to get some out of his eyes.
"Good!" Lyon said. "Set them loose, I want things well under way before too long."
Wren nodded with his wicked smirk growing larger. "Of course!" He said. "I'll leave right away to start them then." With that, Wren turned and quickly left the room.
Lyon looked out over the table now to face the rest of the group. "The rest of you get all your preparations ready, Everything must be ready before Wren and his men are finished here in Serido."
"Yes sir, Lyon!" Rang back the voices of the remaining people, as they all rose up and left the room in either small groups, or alone.
Lyon stood now, and smiled as he muttered something to himself. "A Wingly of simple birth shall take a grip of the world, and the only one who can stop him shall be both an unwitting accomplice, and killed by a close friend in the very end." When he finished, he laughed some more before departing the room.
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Elwin sighed, as he walked along behind his foster father. Things had grown quiet since they had left the village a few hours ago, and Elwin found himself rather bored with the constant walking.
Dillan was quite comfortable with the silence that surrounded them. It reminded him of the calm feeling just before a battle. He had always appreciated those few moments before chaos engulfed him and his friends in the form of combat.
Something nearby moved in the corner of his eye, and he instantly snapped his head in the direction of the movement. His hand flew up to grab the handle of his sword, and he crouched over slightly.
Elwin watched Dillan with a curious look on his face. "What's wrong Dillan?" He asked, as his hand rested on the handles of his butterfly swords.
Dillan didn't answer; rather he just stood still watching the area where he had seen the movement for awhile. His eyes scanning around for whatever could be around, soon though he relaxed, and stood straight up again. "Sorry Elwin…" he said slowly. "It's an old habit of mine. I always had to be ready in case a bandit group attacked." He chuckled uneasily for a moment, and started to walk again. "It always kept me on my toes to say the least though."
Elwin looked towards the spot that Dillan had been watching some twenty feet away, and blinked a few times. "Suppose it was nothing then I guess?" Elwin asked, as he started to catch up to Dillan.
"Of course it was nothing…Nothing showed up now did it?" Dillan replied. "I'm sure there nothing for us to worry about around here anyway."
"Yeah…" Elwin said quietly, as he looked at the ground while he walked.
In the shadows nearby, following the pair quietly through the trees was a girl. She was only about fourteen years old, with long dirty blonde hair. Her silver eyes fixed solely on Elwin and a faint hint of a smile upon her lips. She wore a tan shirt and pants with only sandles on her feet. She had brought a sword that had once belonged to her father with her and had it strapped to her waist.
"I'm not letting you out of my sight Elwin…" She muttered quietly, as she moved along.
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I know this is an awkward place to finish the chapter. I'll explain things a bit more in the next chapter when I get to writing it. See you all later!