Its been a while, i've been on a hotstreak updating other fics, but im finally coming back to this lovely one!
Leaning against the real gym's walls, two similar-looking students stood in close proximity, a ways away from the rest of the physical class students.
Whenever they found themselves in the same class, the two would always gravitate to each other, in a separate location from the rest of the students. One held little to no interest in schooling, believing it was not needed for someone such as him, and another who was lost in thought.
The appearance of a family friend would most definitely bring up questions of the nostalgic kind.
Right now, one of the Chaos Witches should be with his sister. Who could it be? Quelana?
Unless she's already 'graduated'.
"Tristan, don't try and hide from me, I see you back there."
The teacher; a woman who sees past the surface of all her children. Even if the transfer wouldn't speak to most, she knew there was a redeeming trait in him.
Just the other day, when she had to carry an obnoxiously large stack of files, the quiet student happened to be nearby, on his way towards the rooftop, and the brilliant sun. It was well-known to the teachers; the thoughts of the student body regarding this one.
Word travels quick, especially between the lips of the younger years.
She knew a friend who once suffered through a similar, if not exact, ordeal of miscommunication.
Academy, in a corridor.
"Hey, can you help me with these papers?" A teacher called to a nearby student, the only one in the hallway. Even if it was the end of the day, when most students would be hurrying home, complaining about helping a teacher, this one wouldn't do anything of the sort.
Because of the stacks of paper, it was quite hard to see the young man until he passed by, and his footsteps were unnaturally quiet when compared to any other human.
When the papers were taken from her hands, he moved as if he wasn't burdened by it at all. She told him to follow, to which he did in deep silence.
To be honest, it had been a while since she was in this kind of situation, to have a passively unnerving individual beside her. It made her a little nervous, like she was back in school again, and since there were no others around, it really felt like it was just the two of them in the building.
Usually she would be having small talk with the person beside her.
'Waaah, what do I do? I'm so nervous!' As they proceeded through the nearly-empty school, passing by the occasional teacher, her thoughts started to become more rational, and composed.
"You're the transfer student, aren't you?"
"Mm."
'Aaah...'
"How do are you finding the academy?"
School Gym
"Why don't you come on up here?"
He looked to his side, and got an expression of unknowing as to why he was picked.
The boys and girls parted ways, and he approached his current teacher.
A woman who wouldn't be herself without a smile on her face, in lovely brown hair that stopped at her shoulders. She thrust a practice sword in his two hands with a winning grin, surprising the other.
It was shaped like a katana, and made of wood. It was light, very light, only a little heavier than a feather to him.
"You'll be going against ~hmm~." A wonderful idea popped into her mind. The transfer was strong, but how could he do against the best at swordplay?
"Hisako!" To answer the teacher's call, a girl stood in front of the crowd, an excited smile on her face at being able to demolish the new student in her favourite fight.
She ran up to the teacher, and instantly took the practice sword into her own hands, her light brown hair bounced all the while.
The teacher ordered the two to seperate, to which they did.
"Basic rules, winner is decided by conceding the match. Or if your weapon is knocked from your hands."
When she announced the beginning, he put his two hands together in a basic spar-stance.
Opponent Hisako simply placed her two hands on the hilt, mirroring him, a smirk told him she had already won. She didn't seem in the least bothered by his larger size.
Within a second, she started straight for him, eager to get it started.
Their practice swords clacked against each other. Inherent strength powered through the weaker girl, and she broke from contact. Tristan pulled up the wooden katana to the side of his head, and charged after her. Hisako quickly dodged to the side.
She got behind the larger opponent, and hit him once. By then, he was already twisting himself around. She backed off, but was chased once more when he pushed his feet against the floor, bringing himself into a lunge that spanned the distance she made, allowing him to release the blow against her. He followed with a quick thrust of the weapon, bruising her in center mass.
Her confidence started to shrink, as she let her smirk fall apart.
Hisako struck him on the shoulder, but found a sword-lock instead. She was being pushed backwards. She struck him with a ranged thrust, and quickly disengaged.
Tristan fell into a sword stance that was foreign to even the teacher, one he only knew from a dear friend.
His legs were wide, and the practice blade was overhead, at an angle. He could only take steps comparable to that of a toddler.
Upon seeing her opponent taking a defensive form, Hisako closed in, that smirk started to form again. She swung the wooden sword sideways.
The brief sound of a sharp wind, and a cracking accompanied the sensation of her hilt completely flying from her hold.
"Euh?"
Looking down, Hisako noticed her weapon on the ground meters away, still sliding from her grasp. She looked at her own hands.
Then to her opponent.
Wouldn't he be a nice entry to the championship?
The way back from the academy was mostly one filled with sky-gazing. In the colder season, the hours of the day were shorter, and sunset was easier to be observed by the town.
The skies were separated in shades of orange and purple, and were dotted with dim stars.
When inside his apartment, he found the stray kitten walking towards him. She mewled, and led him towards the largest room, where he found a sleeping woman clutching an irritated Eria.
Long black hair upon a pale face. Dressed in what could be called a magician's garb from the eras of castles.
She looked to be in peace, even if her captive did not.
Carefully lifting the woman's two arms, he allowed Eria free of the almost crushing grasp.
It was a little cold, so he draped her in a warm blanket.
There was knocking at the door. Who could it be?
The two animals accompanied him as he opened the entrace.
"Hi-hi! Oh? You have a new pet!? It's so cute!"
"But, I'm here for something else, can I come in?"
"Then, what is it, Irina?" Sitting on the couches, Tristan ensured the comfort of the sleeping visitor. Irina asked about his homeland. "So, can you tell me about Lordran? What about it makes it so strong? Please! There's so little known about your homeland in Heaven! I want to know!" Irina put her hands together and lowered her head in pleading.
She peeked an eye upwards, to see him fold his arms in thought.
"Lordran, huh..." Reaching into deeper memory, he delved into the inscriptions he had come across, and general knowledge. Stroking the fur of the gentle stray all the while.
"Lordran...Before Lordran, there were four souls of Lords deep within the earth." The angel completely rose, now paying close attention towards the Lordranite. "Gwyn, our leader, the Lord of Sunlight, discovered the Soul of Light, and his race inherited the strength of Sunlight."
"The soul of Life was founded by the Witch of Izalith, together with her daughters of Chaos, which granted them control over fire." Irina started to lean in. "The First of the Dead, Nito, discovered the soul of Death. And the Dark Soul, founded by the ancestor of Lordran's Humans."
"When they discovered the Lord Souls, the dawning of the Age of Fire, our current era, began. Shortly after, a dragon appeared."
"He told us that his kind are coming to test our power, to see if we were worthy of the power of the Souls of Lords..."
Now he remembered more clearly.
The weak die, and the strong survive.
If the combined power of the newly formed army of Lordran proved unworthy, every one of their kind would have been exterminated. It was the pre-determined destiny between the claimers of the Lord Souls, and the Everlasting Dragons.
Irina would have come to sit next to Tristan, if he didn't insist against it, since there was another who shared the couch with him. By the end of the telling, she learned more than what she could have imagined. About the Sun's children, the Firstborn, to the Lastborn. From what Irina learned, the most powerful of dragons were the ones with scales of immortality, the kind that could only be dismantled with the Light of the Sun. She learned about the race who fought against the beings who existed long before any human or other.
Her attention peaked when he made mention about legendary Lordran heroes mysteriously disappearing, rumored to have ascended to become an Everlasting Dragon themselves.
Now that was interesting!
"Wow, thanks Tristan! Don't worry, I'll be sure to tell you all about Heaven as well!" She stood up, and dusted herself. They looked out a nearby window, discovering that night had already fallen, and that the gentle stray in his hands had already fallen asleep. "I'll show myself out, Tristan." Irina was at the door, when she called back to him.
"By the way, that was some nice fighting in P.E today, see you."
She disappeared from the apartment, leaving Tristan, the stray and Eria with the visitor from his homeland. It would be nice to get to bed earlier, he always felt tired.
The black kitten stirred, and left his lap, accidentaly waking the wolf as well.
"~Nyao!~"
She was spooked by a short growl.
Before long, the two younger animals rose to join Tristan in the bedroom, each seeking the warmth of the one they held close.
Apartment bedroom
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When their rest was at it's deepest, one of the three was subject to an anomaly.
"LONDO!"
The resting boy shuffled under the sheets he shared with two others. What was happening in his head was no longer just sleep, but the shouting of a distant, angered voice.
"I can smell your scent from here. Do not think you can escape me."
Hey all.
In kind of a predicament here.
Should i continue with current update status? current pace?
Or should i update less but have more words in each chapter?
btw, general time between uploads will be longer, fic time is starting to shrink because of other things happening, but i dont plan on giving up completely :)
Be sure to review, tell me what you liked, any suggestions that wont completely change the way of the storyline, questions regarding this series are fine (might not answer completely, b/c spoilers).
Thanks for the follows, favorites,
Reading as well.
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