Title: Fallen Hero
Date first posted: Jully 28th, 2007
Author(s): Ulti/Rael
Summary: Alternate universe in which Adam grows up with the other defenders in the dojo and Seth is kidnapped by Brackus. But there is some changes in the plot. And Seth is 16.
Main pairing(s): The main pairing is Seth/Mel, and a friend of mine convinced me to put yaoi in this one, so Adam/Erik.
Main character(s): Seth, Melosa, Adam, Erik, Kara, Adam and others.
Genre(s): Adventure, drama, romance, etc.
Time period: At the beginning of the Di-gata Defenders journey (Beginning of the show in other words).
Rating: I honestly don't know, so I'll just put T.
Warning(s): Spoilers, and yaoi if it considered as one, but not until later chapters.
Completion status: Working on it.
Word count: 2046 words
Chapters: 0/?
Fallen Hero
Prologue
Alnar slowly walked out of the dojo's area, breathing deeply as the fresh air came in contact with him, and as his body became visible to the world once again, as the spell making the dojo invisible was no more having any effects on him. He walked for sometime through the forest, listening to owls here and there, listening to the water when he was near a river. He finally stopped in front of one, looking at the water flowing in it. It was nighttime, and the glittering of the moon in the water was mesmerizing.
He sighed. Casting the spell of binding 2 years ago had created far more damage than the last time, when he was just a kid. He had assisted to the end of the defenders, and was given their children for him to train them for the next time the Megalith was to be sealed again. Alnar was saddened when he thought about the next time the Megalith would have to be sealed again; the 4 kids he was to train looked so innocent, and so pure. If the last spell killed their parents, what could possibly happen to them? They would probably die too, and Alnar could do nothing about it, for he knew the spell had to be cast again. And he hoped beyond belief that this time would really be the last, as he thought the last would.
He sighed again, closing his eyes in exhaustion. These kids were not easy to live with; running around screaming and almost impossible to catch. He smiled a bit at their childishness before he opened his eyes again. He was about to turn around and leave when he saw in the corner of his eyes a whitish a reddish form move a little, and he was sure he heard a moan of pain. Being sure to be able to cast a spell if it was necessary, he slowly approached the lying form, putting one foot in front of the other. He was cautious, not wanting to be careless and end up having to explain to the soon-to-be Di-gata Defenders why his face had 3 red lines across it. He went across the river, walking on rocks not to get wet, before he continued to walk toward the form again. Once he was near enough to make out what the source of the moan was, his eyes went wide, and he forgot about the spell he was ready to cast.
He fixed the form of a young boy, bloodied and only wearing shredded pants. Alnar slowly reached for the young boy's neck with an hand, afraid he would not find what he was looking for. He was relieved when he found a pulse, but at the same time worried at how low it was. Leaving the boy there would result as giving him a death sentence; He would die from blood loss, if no wild animal attacked him before. Alnar was torn between the choices before him; he could either save the boy, but he would risk having this boy tell about the hidden dojo when he would leave, for Alnar could not keep him forever. On the other hand, he would never forgive himself for letting this young boy die, knowing he could have saved his life.
Knowing he could not do otherwise, he bent down, and being careful not to give the poor boy further pain, he put an hand under his legs, the other behind his shoulders, and stood up again, walking toward the invisible dojo.
One day later…
Alnar slowly walked out of the medical centre in an hidden part of the dojo. He could not afford having the other children find about the boy he found, for they would never let him leave, so he had decided to hid the boy in another part of the dojo the young defenders didn't know about yet.
Alnar's thoughts turned toward the child he found in the forest. After cleaning his body, he had found that the poor little boy was covered in scars, of all kinds and sizes. They were mostly on his back, but he still had other on different part of his body; one had caught his attention more than the others. Not because of something special about it, but because of its size; it started at his right shoulder and ended at his waist on the left side.
When Alnar reminded that particular scar, something moved inside his stomach, and an unpleasant taste rushed up his throat; he barely had enough time to reach for the nearest washroom before he puked for the he-didn't-remembered-how-many time that day. That scar was so deep; it was a miracle that boy was alive. He looked at the nearest clock and found it was around noon, so he went back to the other children, which were left with his hologram for them not to do anything too stupid. He knew the boy would take at least a week to regain consciousness. He sighed again, and he headed toward the other part of the dojo, unaware of what he would find in the medical centre the next day.
Said next day…
Alnar wasn't prepared to what he found that day. He was walking in a long corridor toward the medical centre of the dojo's hidden part, planning on checking up on the kid to make sure everything was okay before he would return to the other children in the dojo. Though, when he entered the medical centre, he froze at the sight of the young boy sitting in his bed, eyes closed, and seeming nervous. Alnar put a foot in the room after the shocked had subdued, and that was enough to get the attention of the little child in the room. As soon as he heard the older man's step in the room, he started panicking, and he almost fell off the bed, staying on it thanks to security bars Alnar had placed there. The boy backed away as far as he could, but Alnar was frozen on the spot. He was wondering how such a young boy could show so much fear, and how he managed to wake up so soon.
Putting his thought aside, he slowly walked toward the frightened boy, being careful not to do any harsh movements. The boy's closed eyes gave a bad feeling to Alnar, and he saw a thin line of tear at the bottom of his closed eyelids. The boy didn't cried though, but he kept his eyes closed, preparing for the usual feeling of pain he was sure he would soon have. He listened at each step the stranger took, wincing each time one of Alnar's feet touch the ground. The sound finally stopped, and the boy was sure the stranger was right next to him.
After some time, still waiting for the blow to come, the boy slowly lifted his head, as if trying to sense the other person's position. Alnar gently put his head on the kid's head, and beside a little wince from him, he stayed calm.
"My name is Alnar," said the tall man. "I found you in the forest and decided to take you here in order to attend to your injuries," explained Alnar to the young boy, who nodded in response. "Now, if you'd let me, I'd like to examine you," said Alnar. The boy nodded again in sign of approval. "Just lay down," said the wizard of yan before the boy obeyed.
Alnar took the bandages off as carefully as he could for the boy not to get any additional injuries. After inspecting the wounds on his back, he continued his inspection on the other parts of his body, and about half an hour, Alnar had finished and told the boy he could sit again if he wished to. As only response, the boy lifted himself with his arms and sat back down on the bed.
"Now, there's just one thing left I'd like to look at," continued Alnar. "Could you open you eyes please?" he asked the boy before him. After some seconds, he saw that the boy was reluctant to do so. "Is there something wrong?" he asked, and the boy lowered his face.
Alnar gave up, not wanting to upset the boy and he told him he would be back soon before he left the room. The boy nodded, and he stayed on the bed, waiting for the man to return. Alnar went to look after the defenders, and once he was sure they were safe with his hologram, he went to get food and returned to the young child in the medical centre.
"I thought you might be hungry, so I brought you some food," said Alnar as he placed the tray of food in front of the little boy. Said boy slowly reached for the food, still holding his eyes closed, and he finally managed to grasp an apple in his hand. Taking it cautiously, he began to eat it, and soon enough, nothing was left of it. In the minutes that followed, he ate a bowl of cereals and a toast, before he stopped eating, leaving 3 quarters of the food untouched. "If you are still hungry, don't hesitate to ask okay?" said Alnar. The boy opened his mouth, and for the first time since he found the boy 2 days ago, he heard his voice.
"…Thank… you," said the boy, his voice hoarse, and Alnar could only guess why it was like this; he must have screamed so much his vocal cords were affected. Putting that awful thought aside, he left the room to let the boy sleep, planning on coming back the next day to learn more about him, and maybe he would manage to get the boy to let him inspect his eyes. At that thought, he started wondering why he had not been allowed to look at them, but he put that thought aside, sure he would find the answer soon enough.
He came back the next day, and even though the boy was startled when he came in, he didn't stay in that fearful state as long as he did the day before. Alnar walked toward him, and stopped once he was next to the boy. He was going to get straight to the point.
"Listen, I need you to open your eyes. I must see if your sight is damaged," said Alnar, earning a sorrowful expression from the boy.
"My sight is not damaged," he told the professor, his voice less hoarse than before, but filled with emotional pain. Alnar looked at him with an interested but frowning expression on his face.
"Really? How can you be so sure about that?" he asked. As only answer from the boy, he slowly lifted his chin, and his eyelids lifted, his eyes meeting with Alnar's shocked gaze; the adult could discern grey in the youth's eyes, but they were completely covered by a thin veil of white.
"My sight is not damaged, it is inexistent," explained the boy to the shocked professor. It took a little time for him to recover, but once he did, Alnar couldn't help but feel a feeling of disgust and anger toward the ones that did all of this to him, whoever they were. But he remembered where he was, and who he was talking to, and the sadness came back to him.
"I'm sorry… I didn't know…" apologized Alnar, feeling guilt for forcing the child to remember the events that probably led him to the lost of his sight. The boy seemed to wonder about it for some time, but a small smile finally showed on his face.
"Don't worry about it. It's in the past, and I'm used to it by now. I'm not going to cry," said the boy, to Alnar's surprise, but he slowly smiled himself.
"I'm glad to hear that," said Alnar. The little boy stretched his hand, and Alnar took it with his own.
"My name is Seth," said the dark blue haired boy, and Alnar vowed never to forget that name. Never.
End Of Chapter
Lame, I know, but I'm sure there is worst in the world… Well… I hope…