Well, I don't have much to say just yet, except please read and review and
have fun with it.
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THE QUEST
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INTRODUCTION
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The very same entrance hall that had just moments before been rocked with explosions was now as still as a tomb. An accurate comparison, indeed, for scattered among the rows of smashed and broken pews lay the bodies of the many spirits that had lost their lives in Keetra's devastating attack. Close to the platform at the end of the hall lay the massive and unmoving figure of a magnificent yet bloodied silver-white dragon. To all appearances, it was dead.
Appearences, however, can be deceiving.
Moments passed, and the beast still had not stirred. Had anyone else been in the hall, they would have sworn that it was dead.
Then, it twitched.
At first it was just a small movement, barely noticeable, but it was there none the less. As time passed, the twitch became more and more pronounced until the entire body was convulsing. Suddenly, without warning, the figure began to shrink and change, transforming from a dragon into the form of a seventeen year old boy with straight, shoulder length black hair. He lay for a moment, motionless, before groaning and lifting an arm to throw across his face. His jade colored eyes blinked open.
{What the heck happened?}
Suddenly, in a torrent of memory, the events of earlier that same day came back to him.
The wedding, the attack, the woman being attacked by the others. And last but not least, the kidnapping.
It had happened so fast that he had not had the chance to stop it.
And now she was gone.
The young man let out a roar of desperation that echoed to the heavens, a challenge to the gods that be to come down and face him. He would assault the very gates of heaven itself if it would bring back his love to him.
He let out another roar, then sank back down to the ground, succumbing at long last to the wounds that had been causing him intense pain from the moment that he had awoken.
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An old lady lay at the entrance to the hall, unable to move or speak. As she lay, agony gripping her old and broken body, a single tear worked its way down her cheek.
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The servant lay where he had fallen, spread eagled on the ground next to the prisoner. He was stiff and unmoving.
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The prisoner lay still, his open eyes gazing unseeingly up at the vaulted arches high above him. The final blast that Keetra had sent into the hall to cover her escape had torn his body to bloody shreds, and he lay there, unceremoniously in a pool of his and the servant's mingled blood.
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The fox-boy lay at the entrance next to the old woman, having attempted to hinder Keetra as she had made her escape. He was bleeding freely from several deep wounds in his head, and was slowly slipping into a red mist that covered his eyes.
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And the dark witch was nowhere to be seen. At least, not in the great hall. The only indicator that she had ever been there in the first place was the glittering tiara that lay in the pool of blood where she had been sitting during the ceremony. The woman, however, was gone.
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And in the end, it all seemed like one very, very bad dream. A nightmare was over, and the quest was about to begin.
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THE QUEST
*~*
INTRODUCTION
*~*
The very same entrance hall that had just moments before been rocked with explosions was now as still as a tomb. An accurate comparison, indeed, for scattered among the rows of smashed and broken pews lay the bodies of the many spirits that had lost their lives in Keetra's devastating attack. Close to the platform at the end of the hall lay the massive and unmoving figure of a magnificent yet bloodied silver-white dragon. To all appearances, it was dead.
Appearences, however, can be deceiving.
Moments passed, and the beast still had not stirred. Had anyone else been in the hall, they would have sworn that it was dead.
Then, it twitched.
At first it was just a small movement, barely noticeable, but it was there none the less. As time passed, the twitch became more and more pronounced until the entire body was convulsing. Suddenly, without warning, the figure began to shrink and change, transforming from a dragon into the form of a seventeen year old boy with straight, shoulder length black hair. He lay for a moment, motionless, before groaning and lifting an arm to throw across his face. His jade colored eyes blinked open.
{What the heck happened?}
Suddenly, in a torrent of memory, the events of earlier that same day came back to him.
The wedding, the attack, the woman being attacked by the others. And last but not least, the kidnapping.
It had happened so fast that he had not had the chance to stop it.
And now she was gone.
The young man let out a roar of desperation that echoed to the heavens, a challenge to the gods that be to come down and face him. He would assault the very gates of heaven itself if it would bring back his love to him.
He let out another roar, then sank back down to the ground, succumbing at long last to the wounds that had been causing him intense pain from the moment that he had awoken.
*~*
An old lady lay at the entrance to the hall, unable to move or speak. As she lay, agony gripping her old and broken body, a single tear worked its way down her cheek.
*~*
The servant lay where he had fallen, spread eagled on the ground next to the prisoner. He was stiff and unmoving.
*~*
The prisoner lay still, his open eyes gazing unseeingly up at the vaulted arches high above him. The final blast that Keetra had sent into the hall to cover her escape had torn his body to bloody shreds, and he lay there, unceremoniously in a pool of his and the servant's mingled blood.
*~*
The fox-boy lay at the entrance next to the old woman, having attempted to hinder Keetra as she had made her escape. He was bleeding freely from several deep wounds in his head, and was slowly slipping into a red mist that covered his eyes.
*~*
And the dark witch was nowhere to be seen. At least, not in the great hall. The only indicator that she had ever been there in the first place was the glittering tiara that lay in the pool of blood where she had been sitting during the ceremony. The woman, however, was gone.
*~*
And in the end, it all seemed like one very, very bad dream. A nightmare was over, and the quest was about to begin.