Dragon's Dogma - A Forgotten Tale of the Arisen and his Pawn Chapter 2: Everything To Me, a dragon's dogma fanfic

Chapter 2: Everything To Me

A little over a week had passed since the fateful day that the wyrm had brought havoc upon the village and ripped out his heart. He knew the Dragon had ripped out his heart because he could feel the wilderness elsewhere; as if his very soul was telling him he was missing something. It wasn't just that it took his physical heart but something more than the physical part was missing and it was calling out to him, asking to be sought out and put back in its rightful place. Many witnessed the Dragon speaking to him, Quina had witnessed it as well, she saw when the Dragon took his heart and made off with it. In a way, this is what quelled the Dragons fire and saved the rests of the villagers, making him a hero but also making him into an outcast in his adopted home. Who was he to stop this calamity? He wondered that to himself now that everyone saw him differently he could no longer stay in that village. Not even Quina, who was so fond of him, bothered trying to stop him. Something was different and it brought fear to their eyes, he knew this, but didn't bother trying to explain that he was the same man they knew, after all what good would that do?

"Did you hear me recruit!?" She said with authority in her voice.

The captain of the battalion demanded an answer from a nobody yet was making sure the new recruit was pulling his weight.

"Y-es-s" he manage to stutter.

"That's yes captain, greenhorn!"

"Yes, Captain"

"Good! Now start stacking those crates in the storage, we best not be ill prepared for an attack, we have enough problems with monsters prowling about."

"Yes Captain"

As he hauled the boxes of supplies from the incoming carriages he kept wondering why he was doing this again. Trying to get information on the Dragon through the Dukes Enlistment Corps seemed like a good idea at the time he left the village. He came to the conclusion that if he was part of the Dukes army then he might have access to the greatest library in all of Gransy's. Furthermore, he may even gain knowledge of the wyrm's coming as the army of scholars tries to research more about the current situation in Gransy's. Starting out at the lowest rank isn't his idea of fun but he figured it's the only thing left to do now that his place in the village, the only existence he knew, was gone.

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The day had come to a close, he was exhausted from doing everything; laundry, cooking, moving, and even kissing ass. He lay asleep in the storage tent not even bothering to report in; at least he would be safe from prying eyes as he lay in the storage tent. The Corp had too many things in the tent as it was. A hindrance, apart from normal weapons and armor there were useless things like tusks from some animal, feathers of some birds, bricks, rocks, lanterns, ornaments, rubble's with inscriptions. It may look valuable to the untrained eye but the truth was they were trophies for the duke, to honor and give him tribute for blood he did not shed, victories he did not win, an utter waste. The only good it did for him was keeping him from getting in trouble by hiding behind the stuff in the tent. These useless stones and artifacts were just wasting time and money in its collection. He let these thoughts go as he drifted off into sleep.

There was a sweet and pleasant fragrance tickling his nose, obligating him to awaken from his deep sleep. He felt warm and comfortable so he put the thought aside and tried to sleep again, if anything, probably one the bottles of mushroom incense tipped over but he didn't care, he was too tired to care about anything. Nights like these are rare where you feel warm and blissful so waking up was against his interest. He unconsciously grabbed the cloak he had found to cover his being once more. His hand must have slipped past his mind because now the feeling got warmer and softer. Too soft, too warm for words but getting better each time he squeezed harder. He thought this might just be a pleasant dream but now the dreams were becoming groans and the soft warm feelings were becoming moans. If this was a dream he didn't want to wake up again but the soft hand on his face and an arm around his neck made it just in time to see the beautiful naked woman struggling to react to him.

"What!?" was all he could say when he found that she had been sleeping beside him in the back of the storage. Her eyes opened slowly as her legs wrapped around his waist and her close cheeks got closer, she spoke with such concern and worry.

"Master… it hurts"

His attention immediately went to his member as the only thing between him and the middle of her thighs was the thin clothes he got from the recruitment corps. He may have had self-restraint but a man is unable to ignore the skin of the opposite sex as it gets closer or the pheromones that excretes from a woman's body as she gets ever closer to him. What can he do in this happy situation he found himself in? He didn't even know her, was she part of the recruits? Or maybe she was a peddler that was lost and needed comfort? Either way, he could not accept such kindness if the feeling wasn't mutual, plus the quest to hunt a Dragon didn't allow him to have such feelings.

After moments had passed he finally took hold of his basic animal instincts and said.

"Are you ok?"

"Yes master, but it's beginning to hurt."

Such expressionless pain made him dubious to her words. He was tempted to move his hips and get closer to her still but bit down and held on to what little determination he had left.

"I am sorry; I will get up now so you don't have to worry."

"Thank you master, my arm was beginning to hurt"

"Arm…?"

"Yes, you have been lying on top of it since last night."

"Last night?" Even as he got up slowly he was at full attention.

She was expressionless but was blushing, she mentioned it hurt but he was tempted to take her in the storage anyway. Too many thoughts were slamming into his head as his ideas and morals began taking a turn for the worse. He finally began to talk while averting his eyes from her body.

"What are you doing here?"

"What?" Again expressionless, he could not read what she might be thinking.

"Are you part of the Corp or a peddler maybe? If you have business with the Corp I suggest you talk to Captain Mercedes since all financial transactions are through her"

"Master, I do not understand, perhaps if you tell me how to do this then maybe I can follow your orders"

He looked away with thoughts that she might be a prostitute sent to calm the troops and boosts morale. Still, a prostitute was not something he would partake in since there is no meaning to pointless sex, there are consequences behind those actions, or so he thought. He finally managed to regain composure put his shirt back on and throw the cloak over her to avert his eyes and save him the trouble. He looked outside through a small hole near the entrance to the back of the tent, dawn was upon them. He was sure that if he went outside with her following close behind he would never hear the end of it and the chance to get information on the Dragon would be gone as well. Kneeling down close to her he covered everything he could with the cloak he had found in the tent.

"Hey, where are your clothes?"

"What clothes?"

"The clothes you came in with?"

"But I didn't have any"

"No clothes?" This was ludicrous, how can someone walk into the camp naked without being noticed? As attractive as she was there wasn't any way she wouldn't have drawn attention. Maybe he could sneak her armor in if she was part of the Corp.

"What company do you belong to?"

"What company master?"

"Fine what's your name?" He could at least ask around, he could go report this without getting in trouble.

"Master, I don't have one."

"Why do you keep calling me master?" It didn't occur to ask her until a few moments ago.

"Because it is what you are to me master"

"Yes, but what do you mean by master?"

"Everything"

"What's everything?"

"It's what you are, you are everything to me master"

At that time a glowing light was shown in her hand and he felt his chest beat really hard somewhere in the world. If she was a prostitute she would have gotten her money's worth, if she was a soldier she was showing great dedication, if she was a peddler then there was no other sale line that could beat her bargain. The light he saw told him she was none of those, now he had to find a way to get her out of there without arousing suspicion, as to why, he wasn't sure so he started over.

"Okay then, where do you come from?"

"The other side of the Rift"

"And where is that?"

She pointed to the stone to what looked like an ornament to him; he walked over to the stone looking at it up and down, left to right. Touching it, he could hear voices that called out to him but one voice that spoke louder than the rest.

"Arisen"

He pulled back in surprise.

"What is that?"

"Master, it's known as a Rift Stone, it is yours to use as you see fit. Should my being not please you, then you are welcome to throw me back into that world, but know that I shall follow your orders to the letter and while I still draw breath I shall give you everything from the last strand of hair on my head to the last drop of blood in my body."

This was a bit too much for him to fathom, someone you just met doesn't exactly follow orders much less die for you. Who was she? He was lost in thought but the unbuttoned cloak and her revealing legs snapped him out of it.

"I still have more questions for you but I think it's wise to find you some clothes first"

"Very well…"

There were a lot clothes for balls and celebrations in the storage, at first he thought they were useless but now he was very grateful the duke was having them shipped for his luxury. The duke would not miss a few clothes and jewelry besides he had other things to worry about. While he struggled to find clothes for her, his questions for her came one after the other such as where was this other world? What was the glowing light on her hand? Many of the questions she could not answer but the ones that were interesting were who she was.

"I am your most loyal pawn master"

"What's that?"

"I will stay by your side at all times"

"That may be a problem. I am on a hunt for the Dragon…"

"I know, I shall help you slay the beast"

"Thank you, but I would rather do this on my own; keeping close to someone only creates problems"

"That's most kind of you master but if you see me as a hindrance on your journey then by all means take my life and…" he stopped her with anger in his voice.

"Don't be foolish, I would never ask you to give up your life"

"I am sorry, master"

There was a slight pause in awkwardness but he continued.

"Wouldn't it be better to live your own life without concerning yourself about others?"

"Yes, but I wish to live my own life by your means"

He had no idea what she was saying; she might as well be speaking another language. She finally got dressed; it looked like she was a sorceress from a child's fairytale or so he thought. It was getting close to noon and he managed going unnoticed in the tent for a while, at the very least he managed to find her clothes and proceeded to put on his clothes and armor on without looking as if he had been fooling around with her. She on the other hand was dressed in the finest clothes from the duke's personal drawer; it may be harder sneaking her out of camp than he thought, she may as well be naked. He let out a sigh and thought about his situation before looking at the Rift Stone again.

"Say, what does Arisen mean?" he asked her.

She looked at him as expressionless as ever and said.

"Would you like me to tell you or would you rather experience it for yourself?"

For some reason, many indecent thoughts entered his mind when she looked at him. He wanted to say I would like to experience it, but the right answer was for her to tell him about it. Before he could reply the tent had come down on them and the alarm was sounded so loud it nearly made his ears pop.

He quickly rushed to his feet taking the tents curtain layers off his head. A huge boulder had come crashing down on the camp killing some of those in the field, another boulder came again but instead of splitting off like the first it rolled into the camp killing the soldiers in its path.

"TO ARMS MEN"

Captain Mercedes set up a barricade on the eastern gate having the men put the pillars of woods on the gate to hinder the movements on the advance.

"Stand your ground men we shall not fall to such beast!" Even as the brilliant Captain spoke another boulder came crashing down on them crushing the men beneath it. This was no longer the fort it once was, the training had not prepared the men for fighting monsters. Men fight on the battlefield against men, fighting beast was something you do not prepare in two or three lifetimes.

There was no need to worry about her drawing attention anymore, for the soldier's life preservation and survival was paramount.

"Arisen, your actions may affect the outcome of this battle"

How could she say that in the middle of this chaos? Life and limbs were scattering at the very moment.

The gate was pounded and dust flew as it bore the impact of the other side.

"What can I do?"

"If you wish to reclaim what was once lost then you must fight the battle before you, afore facing the wyrm."

Looking into her eyes he knew she was serious, but her expressionless manner almost made him doubt everything she said. He could fight alongside the soldiers but would also be subject to slaughter just like them. He had to know what he was up against. He looked up to the remaining tower near the gate; he would start by climbing up there.

He managed to climb up the tower along with the impact on the gate and the flying boulders that would graze the top of the fort. She climbed with him even against his protest to go back to safety; she insisted that her place was by his side. Leaving his argument aside he reached up to see the chaos on the other side of the gate.

"Cyclops"

Three Cyclops were assaulting the base, the men at the bottom were trying to hold their ground but they were mere dolls against the giants swinging cudgel, it would not take long before they were successful and slaughtered the lot of them. He was starting to feel glad she was with him at the top otherwise her fate might be the soldier's fate. He had to do something but there were limited possibilities since he was one and only one. Even then, a hundred of him may not even be enough to leave a dent in the Cyclops tough skin.

"I am only one person"

"You are more than enough for their ilk master"

The gate shook with every impact and getting weaker each time.

"What makes you think I can do anything?"

"Because you are the Arisen master"

"That doesn't mean anything to me" Another impact on the gate which made it weaker and pressed for time. He looked at her again with a different resolution.

"I am not the Arisen but I am not going to let you die here"

Big words but his guess was that he only had one chance for her to escape. One chance the thought echoed in his mind. This sparked his idea that would make him feel even more foolish.

"Master I shall act as your support"

She proudly showed off the staff she found in the tent, ready for battle, it still did not make him any more secure.

"If things don't go right I want you to retreat to safety the first chance you get is that understood?"

"Yes master"

He wondered about her expressionless words.

He was timing his jump, the Cyclops was too distracted in taking down the gate to notice him leaning, waiting, timing, ready to jump at its tusks, ready with a sword drawn.

"Once more"

The giant crashed into the gate once more and he jumped off the gate unto its tusk stabbing his sword deep into the Cyclops eye and ripping it down to its nose. The giant was blind and in rage, it grabbed its eye in instinct but he used the giants tusk to leap to its shoulder and on to the next giant.

"Am I Floating?"

He didn't understand but his nimble actions were already sending him flying towards the next Cyclops. In the split moment he had drawn his next sword and aimed for the giant's eye stabbing it with an even deeper cut than the first giant; it was right in the middle, an even better result than he had hoped. Too much for the giant to ignore the pain of losing its one and only precious eye, he used the giant's tusk again before its hands came up and jumped to its shoulder.

"One left"

Unfortunately it wasn't as easy, losing his balance on the shoulder of an enraged giant would be a common thing even for the swiftest of acrobats. With adrenaline rushing in his veins his mind was no longer his, he took his dagger he had on his back and plunged it into the giants back hanging by the skin for his dear life. Two giants had been caught in rage after losing their eyes, each one swinging into the air in pain. Yet the third giant seeing them both in rage saw the mortal responsible for such damage and began raging its way toward the giants back but the Cyclops kin would not let it near him for it was furious over the cause of losing its precious eye and swinging blindly towards anything its fists made an impact on. Two Cyclops in rage and one still baffled by the other two that would not allow it to get close. Tossing and turning he waited for his moment, waited patiently until the giant was close enough and sprung towards its eye. How he leapt so high up he did not know but he landed right at its tusk and plunged his remaining dagger into the giant's eye blinding him and taking the only advantage needed when facing such a monster.