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Epic Story Page Four
I (vampirejediknight) am back. First, so you know what happens, read The Epic Story to learn of what happens on the first page. Just click on the link to go to the first page. To read the second page, click on this link: The Epic Story Page Two. Also read Page ThreeNow, so that we may continue the adventure, you may put your username and/or the name you want to be called in the Epic Story. Be imaginative, and you could be anything! A vampire, werewolf, gargoyle, sorcerer, kelpie, mermaid, golem, anything! Just put your character name under Names and describe your character. You could only have one!
Note: This is the third page of The Epic Story, so if you are new to the tale, you may want to go back and read page one: The Epic Story, and then The Epic Story Page Two.
Note 2: Remember to put a website username and a character name
Writers/Characters:
Vampirejediknight= Adair, Shape-Shifter
Unaekgnoah=King Unaek, The King of the Fairies (Yes, there are male fairies, you know, even though they have "flower powers," they are still man, who else attracts the fine lady fairies)
killerbeast222=king of the elves, ally to all good dragons.
mythsoftime= karadon, the pheonix rider, his companion is mistral. He leaves the group momentarily for weeks seeking strength in himself. He is the elite northern pheonix rider. He is a year older now. He bears a sign on his clothes and seems to have grown more. He seeks his friends, who have also parted with the group.
KingLaceration=Newly crowned King of Heaven
TheDragonLover = Ashaedia, a swordswoman who had disappeared months ago. She has the ability to summon two black wings due some mysterious events that turned her hair silver and very long, her eyes to become sea green and her pupils be slits, like a snake or cat's pupils. She wields a katana, and in sometime in the past she was Dragon Lord, but her Elvenhood was stripped away by some mysterious way... She is a good guy.
Irishdwarf45= Brandand, an old dwarf who once worked in the south-western jade mines. I'm a good guy.
Elvishwarrior22=Tharandil, (thar-an-deal, a like a in father), a High Elven Elite
wolfkid12=deathbringer= a wraith who plans to kill king drunad
Falldew=Lady Saharah, Summoner and High Mistress of the Quetzalcoatl. An Elven Sorceress and Priestest. She is neutral.
Username:kingofmyth Character: Balthazar- serpent lord of the north. Has pale skin and blazing green eyes with snakelike pupils. Is sort of good but doesn't like Adair and goes against him in rivalry. (cause is naturally leader)
screaminLOVE= Lyoit, a powerful, human sized fairy with the powers of one of the most powerful witches (girl of course). Evil.
The return of Balthazar had brought back some old memories. Bad ones. Adair had never truly been evil, of course, but Balthazar didn't know that. The serpent man was evil, at least before.
But there were more important things on Adair's mind, like how to fight the infamous and legendary Dracul. Gobiro would know. He was a great warrior, and an ever greater vampire slayer. Adair faced his little group and gave orders.
"Balthazar has brought several pieces of disturbing news. The most important being that King Mort is dead, and Dracul has taken his place."
Gasps came from all around. Brandand swore profusely
Lady Saharah changed into a deep red robe and saddled up her white horse. She lept apon it and flicked its reighns, sending the horse, speeding across the the dark green meadow that sheltered the tall tower of the Quetzalcoalt. She had just recived news that the Great Kin Mort had died a few days ago and that Dracul had taken his place. She sensed dark forces at work and now was seeking of how she could help, and with heloing both sides equally. Sometimes being a priestess reall sucked!
There was a soft whoosh of wings. The soft padding of someone walking on the dirt.
So many months ago, Ashaedia Lunaria Faein had disappeared. Her dragon fell ill and died, and after her loyal dragon, Ashnard, past away, Ashaedia had went missing. Marth had also. Some think he returned to his land and stayed there. Others think that he thought it was too dangerous to stick around with the band of heroes that Ashaedia and her friends created. But as Ashaedia walked softly on the dirt, she had completely changed. Her hair was long and silver with some silver spiky strands pulled back, her eyes changed drastically. Her eyes were sea green, but her pupils were slits, like a cat or snake. She wore a long dark blue coat with a hood, long black pants, long black boots, black gloves, and silver shoulder armor. Black feathers rained from the back of her coat as she walked towards the place where Brandand, Adair, and the others were.
"I fear my absence has been too long..." Ashaedia whispered to herself. She put a hand on her heart, but then she remembered someone she had met on her travels away from Karadon, Adair, Brandand, and the others. He was just like her kind; long silver hair, same peculiar eyes, and he wore a long black coat with it open and buttoned at the midsection. He wore black pants and long black boots with black gloves, and black cross belts came across his chest. The man wielded the same katana as her, so they decided to have a small brawl.
That was impressive. Come at me more. The man, whose name was Saiku, had said to her during the middle of their little scrimmage.
Thank you. You're really good as well. Ashaedia had replied as she ran forward and struck his katana with hers. He struck her one final time with his katana and he managed to hit her katana out of her hand. Ashaedia fell on the dirt and looked up at him.
You're a strong one. May we meet again sometime. The man had said, and he wrapped his wings around himself as he dissipated into black feathers, floating on the wind.
Or did he really have two wings? Ashaedia thought she saw only one...
Ever since that encounter, she's always felt that he was watching her from somewhere...
Lady Saharah reached a desert land by midday. "Whoa" She said, pulling on her horses reighns. The Horse whinnied and halted, looking confused. Lady Saharah scaned the desert, narrowing her eyes. She never liked deert lands, Elves magic were alot better in the woods. "Great, were in the wastlands!" She huffed, swinging of her horse. "I guess I should continue through here on foot, wouldnt want to wate your energy." Lady Saharah muttered, grabbing her horses reighns in her hand and walked through the dry cracked ground.
Karadon traveled far away from the group, finding out mort was just a figure head. Mistral, under him, flew just yards from the ground, preparing to land. Karadon, after landing, set up camp. He slumped, and suddenly sat cross legged on the floor. Mistral flexibly cirled himself through the tent and sat next to him. Since Asheida had left, he hadn't been himself. He had held her as a dear friend. then she left, he didn't know how to react. He soon sought power in himself, knowing full well he would need more to put halt to dracul's rien. Karadon had soon found new strength in himself which he never new he had. Mistral had found power in himself as well. He soon, after thinking of dracul, started to remember the group. he remembered everyone, even from far in the past. He layed down now, lost, not knowing where to go.
Ashaedia sighed softly, her breaths scarcely heard. But her silvery head snapped up in surprise and what seemed to be excitement when she heard a familiar cry. Mistral's shriek! Ashaedia smiled thoughtfully, remembering the phoenix and its master, Karadon. Her smile quivered slightly as she remembered his kind demeanor and thoughtfulness. Taking in a small breath, she followed Mistral's quick cry and he heart beat quickened.
"Karadon... I'm sorry for leaving you..." Ashaedia whispered, her voice quieted by softness. Her eyes half-closed and she folded her arms over her chest, and walked quickly towards Mistral's sounds. She soon came upon a tent, which she sensed Karadon's warm aura emitting from it and the feathery shadow of Mistral. She searched for Karadon's silhouette, but she already knew he was inside the tent. From inside the tent, you could see Ashaedia's figure approaching, her shadow steadily appearing.
Karadon sat up. Lying down he could see the shadow of some one walking near the tent. Mistral had screeched in an unfimiliar tone. The silouette of the figure came closer and he decided to stay put. "Karadon?" was the sound that came from the figure standing just outside his tent. Karadon steadily walked out to see a young women with silver hair and snake eyes standing only yards away from him. She had somewhat of a familiar look to her. She had a sly smile when he came out. Karadon looked ever closer studing her as he slowly walked to her. He looked to Mistral who screeched happily at the sight of her. He gazed puzzled at her. "She stould there. Karadon just couldn't bring himself to remember her voice. It was so familiar in a way he couldn't explain.
Ashaedia gave a small surprised gasp as her eyes widened. She didn't know what to say except, "Hello, do you remember me?" Those words stuck in her mind for her to say out loud, but Karadon wouldn't recognize her. Ashaedia thought that she didn't recognize him either at first until she looked at his eyes.
"Um, Karadon?" Ashaedia said at last, breaking the awkward silence. "Karadon, it's me, Ashaedia. I know I don't like the Ashaedia that you knew, but I am her," Ashaedia looked away as a black feather floated past her face. "I...I'm not Elven. I'm something else." Ashaedia looked up at Karadon.
"My father is not Marthos. I'm not a Dark Elf. I'm something... more advanced than that." Ashaedia finalized. Another feather floated down from the sky, but it landed on Ashaedia's silver head.
Are you watching me now? Ashaedia thought, referring to the mysterious man she had met in her travels.
Karadon in his daze walked foward to her. He closed up to her. Ashaedia couldn't believe how much he changed. He looked older and his different cloathing made him look unfimiliar. Karadon looked to her eyes and saw her and smiled. He put his hands on her shoulder and looked at her again. "Ashaedia, oh my..." he trailed off. It started off as a whisper. " Oh my god, Ashaedia, Ashaedia! Oh my god! You look so different. You got taller! WOW!" Karadon was frantic while speaking. Ashaedia smiled knowing that her best friend had finally managed to remember her. Karadon led her to the tent and they started to talk. At one point, Mistral poked his head in the tent and screeched happily. It was night now and they continued to talk. "Where's Marth?" he asked. "He left. I dont know where he went" She looked down. " What happened to you. You look different! You said you weren't an elf? You have wings?" Again, Karadon went frantic. Ashaedia laughed."No im not an elf... not anymore." Karadon puzzled "What do you mean?" "I dont know, it's sorta a mistery. So is this new look I've developed. And would you believe that I was a dragon lord? I mean, wow." Again she looked down. She smiled this time though and then laughed. Karadon laughed too and then suddenly came to a new concern. Ashaedia realized this and cocked her head in question."Why did you leave?"He asked. Ashaedia sat back in a tense way and looked to Karadon.
Ashaedia looked down quickly, bringing her gaze away from Karadon's.
"Karadon, something called out to me," Ashaedia said softly, and looked up at him, her eyes strict. "A lost memory had returned to me one night, and after Marth disappeared I wentalso. Not because he left, but because of that lost memory." Ashaedia sighed and put her hands in her lap and closed her hand into a fist. Looking down at it, she saw purple and black flames erupt from her fist swiftly, and they died away.
"This memory was very unclear and blurry. I couldn't see it at first, but every night it gradually becomes easier to see. It's... It's almost as if I've lived a dream when I was a Dark Elf. But now I'm awake, it seems... I have awakened to my old self..." Ashaedia explained. She couldn't really explain it thoroughly, but she turned from Karadon, her back facing him. "You haven't seen my wings yet, so I'll show them to you." Ashaedia carefully took her coat off and let it hang at her elbows, and before Karadon could ask, there was a small flash of black and her two black and feathery wings appeared. They outstretched to their fullest and accidentally hit Karadon across the face.
"Ow!" Karadon explained as he broke into a smile and then laughter. Ashaedia joined the laugh and pulled in her wings. "Haha, wow, you've grown a lot! I've never seen you with fire out of your hand, wings, you even got a katana! It seems that awakening has brought you to your real self. Heh, remember that one time, with the giant hydra," Karadon expanded his arms refering to the hight of the beast, "remember I told you that you would find your special power...powers? Here it is, here you are." Karadon gave a warm smile, "you know, we have to have a little brawl sometime." Ashaedia exclaimed. Karadon knodded." What about tommorow?" Ashaedia looked to him competitivley,"YOU'RE ON!!!" she exclaimed and they lay down in the tent by the fire.
Ashaedia and Karadon were sword-fighting fiercly. Swift, expert strokes blocked by even wifter ones. Karadon was looking for an opening, but he was stuck on the defensive.
"Nice katana," Adair said cooly as he walked up to them. The two warriors stopped fighting and looked at him. They walked up and each shook his hand. "So, I trust you have heard of Dracul's rise." They knodded. "Wel, I've spoken to an old friend, Gobiro, and he has agreed that we should combine forces. We, as in Gobiro and I, alone. We're going to kill Dracul. The others are camped not far from here. Go to them. Also, Dracul has a witch working for him. I know her, too. From the old days. She's a faery, and I beleive she has King Unaek as her prisoner.
"So, who is with you?" Ashaedia asked.
"Brandand and my old friend, Balthazar. It seems my past is coming back to me. So many I've known, both good and evil. Even one neutral, although she is not so old as the rest of us. I've been to speak with her, and with Tharandil. They are both giving men from their army. I'm placing it all under your command, Ashaedia. You are the leader now. You must find your path. I'm helping you. I wish I could tell you more." with that, Adair transformed into an eagle and flew away.
Adair and Gobiro stood, both in human form, at a table covered in vampire-slaying instruments of all kinds. Gobiro held a crossbow.
"So," Adair said, "I think decapitation would be our best bet." He held up a thick bladed shortsword.
"The verdilac method?" Gobiro questioned. "I was think classical...uh, vanian, that's why we each get a crossbow."
"Well, he's not a barbarism vampire, or a modern one. And he's no daybreak vampire. Could be a wolfsbane."
"No, I just killed the last wolfsbane. There was one in the human world. They used vanian techniques and he wouldn't stay dead. He was a Firstborn. His name was Dracula."
"Then the Firstborn are the sons of Dracul?" Adair asked. Gobiro shrugged. "Dracul could be...the theory. The only one of his kind, the first and the greatest. The Master Vampyr."
"Lets bring the full arsenal, then."
Adair had figured something out. Dracula means son of demon or son of dragon. Pendragon, as in King Arthur, means son of dragon. They are counterparts. Son of the grea dragon and son of the wicked dragon. Dracul means demon or dragon, Ashaedia was the newest dragon lord. What if she was the lady of the great dragon, the ancient symbol of good. What if Ashaedia was the only one with the power to kill Dracul? And what of Karadon? He had a great part to play as well.
Ashaedia watched Adair walk away, remembering him. She looked up at the sky.
"Hey, Karadon? I think I have an idea of where Unaek might be." Ashaedia said, but before she could continue there was a breath in her ear.
Adair and Gobiro burst into the secret chamber, only to find that they had come too late. Dracul had released the chained Creature, and now chaos was upon them all.
"I shall summon for you," the creatures rasped, "the three...great beasts...of chaos. Medusa...*cough cough*...Fenrir...and *cough*...*wheeze* Apophsis." Adair actually gasped. Dracul lunged at him, Gobiro turned half scorpion and stabbed Dracul with his stinger, then Dracul grabbed him around the throat and started choking him. Adair fired a silver tipped arrow into Dracul's chest. Dracul didn't move. He gropped Gobiro, a lifeless heap, onto the stone floor, then he slowly turned to face Adair.
"Live," he said. "Live and bear witness, old friend."
"I am no friend of yours," Adair said calmly, swinging the shortsword at Dracul, who grabbed it. It shattered like glass. Adair drew his gryphon's blood sword, and Dracul drew his own stange, curved weapon of the ancient days. Their blades met in the air above them. A quick downward swing, and a clang as a side strike was blocked, but Dracul had lowered his sword to block it. Adair swung upward as quickly as possible, but Dracul blocked it and disarmed him. He transformed into a great, massive tiger. Dracul laughed and swung at him. Adair transformed back unwillingly, bleeding from where Dracul had managed to cut him. That was when Balthazar burst in, Brandand, Alana, and Tharandil behind him. Next came Tharandil's men. Not five minutes later, Ashaedia, Karadon, and Marth burst through the door. Adair stood, and Dracul blocked Alana's spear strike, but not Balthazar's sword, it struck him hard, but did not damage. Ashaedia's katana flew forth, but Dracul and his new friend disappeared, and the heroes, reunited at last (except for Unaek) were left there, feeling like fools, and staring down at the form of Gobiro. Adair got down to see if he was still alive, and he found that...
Ashaedia knelt down to Gobiro's body, Marth, or who's real name is Nero, kneeling next to her. He gripped her shoulder for support as Ashaedia placed two fingers on Gobiro's neck, and smiled.
"He's still with us," Ashaedia reported. "His pulse is slow, but he's breathing."
"We most fortunate," Nero said in his incomplete English, feeling for Gobiro's neck and feeling his pulse. "Gobiro alive. He live." He closed his blind eyes and placed a hand on Gobiro's shoulder, his hand glowing with a turquoise and green light. Ashaedia closed her eyes too and put a hand on Gobiro's shoulder, her hand glowing with the same turquoise and green light Nero's hand shined. All of Gobiro's wounds closed up and healed slowly, but efficiently. Soon, Gobiro's skin was clean of all injuries and bruises, and Ashaedia and Nero sat back on their heels.
"He sleeps. Let rest. He need it." Nero said. Ashaedia smiled at him as Gobiro's body began to heave with small but peaceful breaths. She stood up and faced Adair.
"Adair, this is Nero. He used to be Marth, but he had changed. Just like me," Ashaedia explained as Nero stood up. "He awoke from his 'dream' like I did, and this is his true form. His real name is Nero, not Marth. Call him Nero from now on." Nero gave a small smile, and he blindingly reached for Adair's hand to shake.
"I know you have already met me, but I am no longer Marth." Nero said.
Adair shook Nero's hand.
"I think I may soon be able to understand this strang thing. But you two must find your own paths, without my help. Now, I must leave you all. Care for Gobiro, and accept him, he is the next member of our group. Also, it is my wish that Ashaedia take command. Balthazar, you must respect this decision. You all must," Adair told them.
"Where are you going?" Karadon asked. "And when will you return?"
"I'm going to save Unaek, and I may not return to you alive. Nero, a word of advice." he pulled Nero aside. "Ashaedia is rising. She may be our last hope. I see the plan unfolding. She is the Queen, Balthazar is the Knight, the hero, you are the Bodygaurd, Ashaedia's protector. Do you unstand?"
"Yes."
"Though I have almost figured it out, I cannot tell you anything further right now, but take this." He handed his sword to Nero. "It is no blade of legend, but it has power, and it will be of great help to you." Nero gripped the dark hilt tightly. "Thank you, Adair," he said.
"Do not thank me." Adair became a raven, and lifted himself into the sky, leaving the building.
Nero looked up at the sky, watching Adair's raven feathers falling.
"She is Queen..." Nero whispered to himself. "Balthazar Knight..." He gripped his new sword, the gift from Adair. "I am Bodyguard..." He closed his eyes, and sighed.
What she Queen of? Nero thought. He opened his eyes and looked over at Ashaedia. Her wings were outstretched, though he noticed that they had grown silver slightly.
"She is angel..." Nero whispered to himself again, watching her show her wings to her friends. Tears formed in his blind eyes, remembering when they were at that spring alone, almost kissed, but the fake Unaek interfered. He remembered wanting to kill him, but his feelings had changed, his spiteful spirit of faeries gone. He pitied them now, but he kept watching Ashaedia even though he could not see her. The white mist that separated him from her will hopefully lift one day, and he was dying to see her true form. But a powerful protectiveness washed over him as he sheathed the sword. If Balthazar was the Knight, the hero, would he win her heart? He was not blinded, he was not crippled by a white mist. Nero's calm eyes narrowed as he walk towards her, and stood by her side obediently.
"Nero, are you thirsty? Your skin is burning up," Ashaedia said, putting a hand on his cheek. She drew her hand back as she felt his tenseness. "Um, should I get you something?" Nero turned to stare at her.
"No, I get. Thank you." Nero said, and he went to grab a glass of water. Gobiro stirred awake, and he got to his feet. Nero felt along the table for his water container, and he found it. Ashaedia watched him with a worried stare.
"Are you sure? Please, let me help you." Ashaedia said, taking his bottle and opening it. Nero gave her long stare, then accepted the bottle.
"Thank you." Nero said, and took a sip of water, his blind eyes on hers. He still had that warmness for her, but what if Balthazar won her heart? Nero had met her first, and knew more about her. But he had not known that she was a Queen... But a Queen of what? Nero gave her a sad smile and stare.
"Ashaedia, you are-"
"Hello, I don't believe we've met," Gobiro said, shaking Ashaedia's hand. "My name is Gobiro. It's a pleasure to meet you." Ashaedia looked over at Nero and gave him a small smile.
You can tell me later. She mouthed at him. Nero nodded, feeling that she had said something to him, and stood by her side, his tenseness gone. Balthazar came over to greet her, and Nero's colorless eyes searched the white mist for him to stare at. Balthazar gave Nero a long quizzical stare, then he turned back to Ashaedia.
"You must be Ashaedia," Balthazar said, and gave a little bow of his head. "My name is Lord Balthazar. I've heard that you're our new leader."
Adair and Unaek ran through the corridors of Dracul's palace. They stopped and Adair told Unaek what he told Nero.
"And you, Unaek," he said finally, "You were right about the old stories. You are the Wizard, the Mentor, the Wise one. You will help guide them." He handed Unaek his journal. "This explains it all."
"What are you, then?" Unaek asked.
"I thought that would be obvious. I'm the..." the tip of an arrow protruded from Adair's stomach, "...Sacrifice." He grasped Unaek's shoulders. "Run!" he groaned angrily. And so Unaek ran like a madman.
"Adair, my old, foolish friend," a voice rasped. A ver thin figure strode forwward in a dark cloak and robes. He threw back his hood to reveal a scarred, ashen face.
"Brand," Adair gasped. "You're dead." It was Adair's old commander, Malfili's human half brother.
"I was, until Lyoit altered my death through black magic and made a Damphiro, a half vampire. I am captain of the Night Guard, Dracul's elite. Join me."
Adair nodded in pain. Brand touched his first two fingers to Adair's head, and Adair's veins turned dark gray. He writhed in agony.
"Welcome to the Night Guard, old friend." He handed Adair the standard issue weapons of the Night Gaurd, a thin, dark recurve bow, a quiver of arrows, and a stragne, thin, curved sword that hand a point where it sort of raised so that it made a point in mid-blade and the rest of it was higher than the first half. "Find me tommorow night,and if anyone asks, your name is Victor."
Ashaedia and Nero sat together in one of the tents that they had set up. The friends had created a camp so they wouldn't sleep on the dirt for that night, and Ashaedia and Nero shared a tent with Karadon. Nero sat close to her, his sword an arm's length away so if something bad happened it was right there.
"Nero, can you imagine things by touch? Can
you picture them in your mind?" Ashaedia asked. Nero nodded.
"I see things when I touch. When I imagine, I see. But white mist stay before me forever until someone fine solution." Nero said. Ashaedia nodded, and grabbed him by the wrists and guided his hands to her face.
"Can you try to imagine what I look like, in your eyes? Maybe it'll help you get a picture of what I look like." Ashaedia said, feeling his palms press against her cheeks.
"I try. Permission?" Nero asked.
"What? Of course you have permission." Ashaedia said, and closed her eyes. Nero blindingly but careful moved his hands around her face, feeling a nose, a mouth, her eyelids.
"Your face heart-shaped. Perfect mouth. Perfect nose. Eyes," Nero reported, his fingertips touching her eyelids. "...Gold?" Ashaedia's eyes fluttered open as Nero moved his fingers away.
"How did you know?" Ashaedia asked.
"I got right?" Nero asked.
"Yes! You got it right. My eyes are orange and yellow."
"But that not gold."
"It's close enough." Ashaedia said, and she closed her eyes. She felt Nero's fingers touch her scalp, his hand moving through her hair.
"Long silver hair," Nero said, and he touched the red flower in it. "Flower." Ashaedia nodded.
"Yes, that's right. I have a red flower in my hair." Ashaedia said. She felt his hands touch her neck and then her shoulders. He moved them down, but Ashaedia held them. Nero stopped, and he drew his hand back.
"I sorry..." Nero whispered, and hung his head. Ashaedia sighed and leaned forward. Nero gave a small gasp as he felt her hug him.
"Hey, you can't see what you're doing. You're blind, remember? I forgive you." Ashaedia said. Nero gave a small smile, and he wrapped his arms around her, hugging her.
"Heya! Is anybody here?" Shouted a familiar voice. Ashaedia looked over Nero's shoulder and out the flap of the tent.
"Unaek?" Ashaedia and Nero whispered together. Unaek entered their tent, and gave a small sigh.
Ashaedia gave a warm smile, and then a hug. Nero looked blindly at her with a comforting smile sensing her warm energy. Ashaedia sat back and looked to the tent entrance. A hand rose the entrance and Karadon leaned to walk in. He came in and looked at the figure sitting. "hello Karadon." Karadon looked in amazment. "He...hello Unaek." Karadon looked at Nero and Ashaedia who shrugged while smiling. He didn't know what to say.
Unaek looked up at Karadon, and shook his head.
"I need to speak to you, Karadon. It's important." Unaek said, and he led him outside.
"What is it?" Karadon asked. He was wondering if this was the real Unaek or not.
"First of all I want to tell you that I'm the real Unaek. Adair saved me. But I'm not sure if Adair made it out..." Unaek explained, and a few tears welled up in his eyes. He wiped them away and looked back up at Karadon. "Adair told me some interesting things, but one of them is unclear."
"What is it?" Karadon asked.
"He told me that Ashaedia is the Queen, Balthazar is the Knight, the hero, and Nero is the Bodyquard, Ashaedia's protector. He didn't tell me what Ashaedia was Queen of, though," Unaek explained, and he sighed. "But you can't tell Ashaedia. I feel that it's not the right time to let her know. Adair wouldn't have let her know because he didn't know what Ashaedia was Queen of." Unaek looked in the tent, seeing Ashaedia talking to Nero about something.
"Oh, but..." Karadon started, but shook his head. "Do I have a role in all of this?" Unaek nodded.
"Adair knows you have a role, but he's trying to figure out what it is." Unaek replied.
Note: This is the third page of The Epic Story, so if you are new to the tale, you may want to go back and read page one: The Epic Story, and then The Epic Story Page Two.
Note 2: Remember to put a website username and a character name
Writers/Characters:
Vampirejediknight= Adair, Shape-Shifter
Unaekgnoah=King Unaek, The King of the Fairies (Yes, there are male fairies, you know, even though they have "flower powers," they are still man, who else attracts the fine lady fairies)
killerbeast222=king of the elves, ally to all good dragons.
mythsoftime= karadon, the pheonix rider, his companion is mistral. He leaves the group momentarily for weeks seeking strength in himself. He is the elite northern pheonix rider. He is a year older now. He bears a sign on his clothes and seems to have grown more. He seeks his friends, who have also parted with the group.
KingLaceration=Newly crowned King of Heaven
TheDragonLover = Ashaedia, a swordswoman who had disappeared months ago. She has the ability to summon two black wings due some mysterious events that turned her hair silver and very long, her eyes to become sea green and her pupils be slits, like a snake or cat's pupils. She wields a katana, and in sometime in the past she was Dragon Lord, but her Elvenhood was stripped away by some mysterious way... She is a good guy.
Irishdwarf45= Brandand, an old dwarf who once worked in the south-western jade mines. I'm a good guy.
Elvishwarrior22=Tharandil, (thar-an-deal, a like a in father), a High Elven Elite
wolfkid12=deathbringer= a wraith who plans to kill king drunad
Falldew=Lady Saharah, Summoner and High Mistress of the Quetzalcoatl. An Elven Sorceress and Priestest. She is neutral.
Username:kingofmyth Character: Balthazar- serpent lord of the north. Has pale skin and blazing green eyes with snakelike pupils. Is sort of good but doesn't like Adair and goes against him in rivalry. (cause is naturally leader)
screaminLOVE= Lyoit, a powerful, human sized fairy with the powers of one of the most powerful witches (girl of course). Evil.
AngryCactus=Gobiro- Human warrior that became Soul bound to giant Scorpion. Changes between Human, Giant Scorpion, and combination of the two. (Tall human with scorpion claw for left hand and scorpion tail + stinger.)
Balthazar shouldered his pack, jumped off his tundra troll, and told his fiance Alana to stay put. His left hand on the handle of his broadsword as he walked, remembering how he and Adair had helped King Mort to rise, then betrayed him after they saw his evil doings. Balthazar remembered when they parted ways. Adair had given him a dragonhide cloak, which was in his pack even now, and he had given Adair a sword forged with gryphon's blood. Balthazar felt the serpent fang dagger poke him, and he cursed in the strange, beastly tonge of the ice basilisk. He remembered Karadon, another friend from the past. He remembered many things. He remembered that he was here to tell them of Dracul. He entered the camp. Adair steped forward, the old sword still at his hip.
Lady Saharah looked at the sky which was turning purple in the fadding light. She wore a thin linen robe, a gold ribbon tying her red hair back. "Dark times are approching" a deep voice spoke behind her. She turned to see a brown serpent with multi clored wings and amber eyes staring at her. She bowed deeply "Master Quetzalcoalt" she greeted. The Quetzacoalt nodded "Saharah, its time you, my young priestest, should help. We cannot stay out of this war forever" he rummbled. Lady Saharah scowled "I understand that but how shall I help?" she asked. Quetzacoalt looked at her "You are one of the most powerful Sorceresses and Priestest in the world, both sides should know of you and come seek advise and the futur from you. Choose wisly on the words you give out, we may be nutral but we shall not give another team an upper hand". Lady Saharah bowed "I shall wait for them to seek me, safe travles master" The Quetzacoalt dissapered and Lady Saharah waited and the sun sank into the shadows.
Balthazar shouldered his pack, jumped off his tundra troll, and told his fiance Alana to stay put. His left hand on the handle of his broadsword as he walked, remembering how he and Adair had helped King Mort to rise, then betrayed him after they saw his evil doings. Balthazar remembered when they parted ways. Adair had given him a dragonhide cloak, which was in his pack even now, and he had given Adair a sword forged with gryphon's blood. Balthazar felt the serpent fang dagger poke him, and he cursed in the strange, beastly tonge of the ice basilisk. He remembered Karadon, another friend from the past. He remembered many things. He remembered that he was here to tell them of Dracul. He entered the camp. Adair steped forward, the old sword still at his hip.
Lady Saharah looked at the sky which was turning purple in the fadding light. She wore a thin linen robe, a gold ribbon tying her red hair back. "Dark times are approching" a deep voice spoke behind her. She turned to see a brown serpent with multi clored wings and amber eyes staring at her. She bowed deeply "Master Quetzalcoalt" she greeted. The Quetzacoalt nodded "Saharah, its time you, my young priestest, should help. We cannot stay out of this war forever" he rummbled. Lady Saharah scowled "I understand that but how shall I help?" she asked. Quetzacoalt looked at her "You are one of the most powerful Sorceresses and Priestest in the world, both sides should know of you and come seek advise and the futur from you. Choose wisly on the words you give out, we may be nutral but we shall not give another team an upper hand". Lady Saharah bowed "I shall wait for them to seek me, safe travles master" The Quetzacoalt dissapered and Lady Saharah waited and the sun sank into the shadows.
Gobiro strode out of his cave home tentatively in human form. After his century long sleep in the deepest recesses of the Jade mines, he looked upon his home with a fury. Rolling pastures turned barren and lifeless. In a blind rage, Gobiro shape shifted to the giant scorpion. His sense of smell heightened astronomically and he smelt the sickness of his land, but in particular, the direction of the most concentrated source of this sickness. Equalling the size some of the biggest dragons when in giant scorpion form, Gobiro started on his journey to rid his land of the sickness that bore the stench of death altered by black magic, the stench of vampires.
This is how Gobiro came to be. As a monster hunter in the human realm, Gobiro heard of Alastinus and sought entry. He got lucky when he tracked down an evil wizard who took shelter in the human realm after being frightened by the Bray Road Beast. In return for a Chimera-feather cloak, Gobiro bought himself a one way ticket to Alastinus. Upon arrival, he sought the giant scorpion in the jade mountains and did battle with it. It fought like nothing in the human world, and soon both were on the brink of death. The scorpion contacted Gobiro telepathically and they made a pact. Using their combined life force, the man and beast became soul-bound and Gobiro gained the choice of three transformations. Each deadly in it's own respect.
The return of Balthazar had brought back some old memories. Bad ones. Adair had never truly been evil, of course, but Balthazar didn't know that. The serpent man was evil, at least before.
But there were more important things on Adair's mind, like how to fight the infamous and legendary Dracul. Gobiro would know. He was a great warrior, and an ever greater vampire slayer. Adair faced his little group and gave orders.
"Balthazar has brought several pieces of disturbing news. The most important being that King Mort is dead, and Dracul has taken his place."
Gasps came from all around. Brandand swore profusely
Lady Saharah changed into a deep red robe and saddled up her white horse. She lept apon it and flicked its reighns, sending the horse, speeding across the the dark green meadow that sheltered the tall tower of the Quetzalcoalt. She had just recived news that the Great Kin Mort had died a few days ago and that Dracul had taken his place. She sensed dark forces at work and now was seeking of how she could help, and with heloing both sides equally. Sometimes being a priestess reall sucked!
There was a soft whoosh of wings. The soft padding of someone walking on the dirt.
So many months ago, Ashaedia Lunaria Faein had disappeared. Her dragon fell ill and died, and after her loyal dragon, Ashnard, past away, Ashaedia had went missing. Marth had also. Some think he returned to his land and stayed there. Others think that he thought it was too dangerous to stick around with the band of heroes that Ashaedia and her friends created. But as Ashaedia walked softly on the dirt, she had completely changed. Her hair was long and silver with some silver spiky strands pulled back, her eyes changed drastically. Her eyes were sea green, but her pupils were slits, like a cat or snake. She wore a long dark blue coat with a hood, long black pants, long black boots, black gloves, and silver shoulder armor. Black feathers rained from the back of her coat as she walked towards the place where Brandand, Adair, and the others were.
"I fear my absence has been too long..." Ashaedia whispered to herself. She put a hand on her heart, but then she remembered someone she had met on her travels away from Karadon, Adair, Brandand, and the others. He was just like her kind; long silver hair, same peculiar eyes, and he wore a long black coat with it open and buttoned at the midsection. He wore black pants and long black boots with black gloves, and black cross belts came across his chest. The man wielded the same katana as her, so they decided to have a small brawl.
That was impressive. Come at me more. The man, whose name was Saiku, had said to her during the middle of their little scrimmage.
Thank you. You're really good as well. Ashaedia had replied as she ran forward and struck his katana with hers. He struck her one final time with his katana and he managed to hit her katana out of her hand. Ashaedia fell on the dirt and looked up at him.
You're a strong one. May we meet again sometime. The man had said, and he wrapped his wings around himself as he dissipated into black feathers, floating on the wind.
Or did he really have two wings? Ashaedia thought she saw only one...
Ever since that encounter, she's always felt that he was watching her from somewhere...
Lady Saharah reached a desert land by midday. "Whoa" She said, pulling on her horses reighns. The Horse whinnied and halted, looking confused. Lady Saharah scaned the desert, narrowing her eyes. She never liked deert lands, Elves magic were alot better in the woods. "Great, were in the wastlands!" She huffed, swinging of her horse. "I guess I should continue through here on foot, wouldnt want to wate your energy." Lady Saharah muttered, grabbing her horses reighns in her hand and walked through the dry cracked ground.
Karadon traveled far away from the group, finding out mort was just a figure head. Mistral, under him, flew just yards from the ground, preparing to land. Karadon, after landing, set up camp. He slumped, and suddenly sat cross legged on the floor. Mistral flexibly cirled himself through the tent and sat next to him. Since Asheida had left, he hadn't been himself. He had held her as a dear friend. then she left, he didn't know how to react. He soon sought power in himself, knowing full well he would need more to put halt to dracul's rien. Karadon had soon found new strength in himself which he never new he had. Mistral had found power in himself as well. He soon, after thinking of dracul, started to remember the group. he remembered everyone, even from far in the past. He layed down now, lost, not knowing where to go.
Ashaedia sighed softly, her breaths scarcely heard. But her silvery head snapped up in surprise and what seemed to be excitement when she heard a familiar cry. Mistral's shriek! Ashaedia smiled thoughtfully, remembering the phoenix and its master, Karadon. Her smile quivered slightly as she remembered his kind demeanor and thoughtfulness. Taking in a
small breath, she followed Mistral's quick cry and he heart beat quickened. "Karadon... I'm sorry for leaving you..." Ashaedia whispered, her voice quieted by softness. Her eyes half-closed and she folded her arms over her chest, and walked quickly towards Mistral's sounds. She soon came upon a tent, which she sensed Karadon's warm aura emitting from it and the feathery shadow of Mistral. She searched for Karadon's silhouette, but she already knew he was inside the tent. From inside the tent, you could see Ashaedia's figure approaching, her shadow steadily appearing.
Karadon sat up. Lying down he could see the shadow of some one walking near the tent. Mistral had screeched in an unfimiliar tone. The silouette of the figure came closer and he decided to stay put. "Karadon?" was the sound that came from the figure standing just outside his tent. Karadon steadily walked out to see a young women with silver hair and snake eyes standing only yards away from him. She had somewhat of a familiar look to her. She had a sly smile when he came out. Karadon looked ever closer studing her as he slowly walked to her. He looked to Mistral who screeched happily at the sight of her. He gazed puzzled at her. "She stould there. Karadon just couldn't bring himself to remember her voice. It was so familiar in a way he couldn't explain.
Ashaedia gave a small surprised gasp as her eyes widened. She didn't know what to say except, "Hello, do you remember me?" Those words stuck in her mind for her to say out loud, but Karadon wouldn't recognize her. Ashaedia thought that she didn't recognize him either at first until she looked at his eyes.
"Um, Karadon?" Ashaedia said at last, breaking the awkward silence. "Karadon, it's me, Ashaedia. I know I don't like the Ashaedia that you knew, but I am her," Ashaedia looked away as a black feather floated past her face. "I...I'm not Elven. I'm something else." Ashaedia looked up at Karadon.
"My father is not Marthos. I'm not a Dark Elf. I'm something... more advanced than that." Ashaedia finalized. Another feather floated down from the sky, but it landed on Ashaedia's silver head.
Are you watching me now? Ashaedia thought, referring to the mysterious man she had met in her travels.
Karadon in his daze walked foward to her. He closed up to her. Ashaedia couldn't believe how much he changed. He looked older and his different cloathing made him look unfimiliar. Karadon looked to her eyes and saw her and smiled. He put his hands on her shoulder and looked at her again. "Ashaedia, oh my..." he trailed off. It started off as a whisper. " Oh my god, Ashaedia, Ashaedia! Oh my god! You look so different. You got taller! WOW!" Karadon was frantic while speaking. Ashaedia smiled knowing that her best friend had finally managed to remember her. Karadon led her to the tent and they started to talk. At one point, Mistral poked his head in the tent and screeched happily. It was night now and they continued to talk. "Where's Marth?" he asked. "He left. I dont know where he went" She looked down. " What happened to you. You look different! You said you weren't an elf? You have wings?" Again, Karadon went frantic. Ashaedia laughed."No im not an elf... not anymore." Karadon puzzled "What do you mean?" "I dont know, it's sorta a mistery. So is this new look I've developed. And would you believe that I was a dragon lord? I mean, wow." Again she looked down. She smiled this time though and then laughed. Karadon laughed too and then suddenly came to a new concern. Ashaedia realized this and cocked her head in question."Why did you leave?"He asked. Ashaedia sat back in a tense way and looked to Karadon.
Ashaedia looked down quickly, bringing her gaze away from Karadon's.
"Karadon, something called out to me," Ashaedia said softly, and looked up at him, her eyes strict. "A lost memory had returned to me one night, and after Marth disappeared I went
also. Not because he left, but because of that lost memory." Ashaedia sighed and put her hands in her lap and closed her hand into a fist. Looking down at it, she saw purple and black flames erupt from her fist swiftly, and they died away. "This memory was very unclear and blurry. I couldn't see it at first, but every night it gradually becomes easier to see. It's... It's almost as if I've lived a dream when I was a Dark Elf. But now I'm awake, it seems... I have awakened to my old self..." Ashaedia explained. She couldn't really explain it thoroughly, but she turned from Karadon, her back facing him. "You haven't seen my wings yet, so I'll show them to you." Ashaedia carefully took her coat off and let it hang at her elbows, and before Karadon could ask, there was a small flash of black and her two black and feathery wings appeared. They outstretched to their fullest and accidentally hit Karadon across the face.
"Ow!" Karadon explained as he broke into a smile and then laughter. Ashaedia joined the laugh and pulled in her wings. "Haha, wow, you've grown a lot! I've never seen you with fire out of your hand, wings, you even got a katana! It seems that awakening has brought you to your real self. Heh, remember that one time, with the giant hydra," Karadon expanded his arms refering to the hight of the beast, "remember I told you that you would find your special power...powers? Here it is, here you are." Karadon gave a warm smile, "you know, we have to have a little brawl sometime." Ashaedia exclaimed. Karadon knodded." What about tommorow?" Ashaedia looked to him competitivley,"YOU'RE ON!!!" she exclaimed and they lay down in the tent by the fire.
Ashaedia and Karadon were sword-fighting fiercly. Swift, expert strokes blocked by even wifter ones. Karadon was looking for an opening, but he was stuck on the defensive.
"Nice katana," Adair said cooly as he walked up to them. The two warriors stopped fighting and looked at him. They walked up and each shook his hand. "So, I trust you have heard of Dracul's rise." They knodded. "Wel, I've spoken to an old friend, Gobiro, and he has agreed that we should combine forces. We, as in Gobiro and I, alone. We're going to kill Dracul. The others are camped not far from here. Go to them. Also, Dracul has a witch working for him. I know her, too. From the old days. She's a faery, and I beleive she has King Unaek as her prisoner.
"So, who is with you?" Ashaedia asked.
"Brandand and my old friend, Balthazar. It seems my past is coming back to me. So many I've known, both good and evil. Even one neutral, although she is not so old as the rest of us. I've been to speak with her, and with Tharandil. They are both giving men from their army. I'm placing it all under your command, Ashaedia. You are the leader now. You must find your path. I'm helping you. I wish I could tell you more." with that, Adair transformed into an eagle and flew away.
Adair and Gobiro stood, both in human form, at a table covered in vampire-slaying instruments of all kinds. Gobiro held a crossbow.
"So," Adair said, "I think decapitation would be our best bet." He held up a thick bladed shortsword.
"The verdilac method?" Gobiro questioned. "I was think classical...uh, vanian, that's why we each get a crossbow."
"Well, he's not a barbarism vampire, or a modern one. And he's no daybreak vampire. Could be a wolfsbane."
"No, I just killed the last wolfsbane. There was one in the human world. They used vanian techniques and he wouldn't stay dead. He was a Firstborn. His name was Dracula."
"Then the Firstborn are the sons of Dracul?" Adair asked. Gobiro shrugged. "Dracul could be...the theory. The only one of his kind, the first and the greatest. The Master Vampyr."
"Lets bring the full arsenal, then."
Adair had figured something out. Dracula means son of demon or son of dragon. Pendragon, as in King Arthur, means son of dragon. They are counterparts. Son of the grea dragon and son of the wicked dragon. Dracul means demon or dragon, Ashaedia was the newest dragon lord. What if she was the lady of the great dragon, the ancient symbol of good. What if Ashaedia was the only one with the power to kill Dracul? And what of Karadon? He had a great part to play as well.
Ashaedia watched Adair walk away, remembering him. She looked up at the sky."Hey, Karadon? I think I have an idea of where Unaek might be." Ashaedia said, but before she could continue there was a breath in her ear.
How you been? Came a familiar voice. Ashaedia gave a small gasp and whirled around to see an equally aged boy there with dark swept-back silver hair and colorless eyes that seemed to stare off into space. Almost... blindingly? He wore a blue short sleeved coat that was zipped up to his chest. Ashaedia almost didn't recognize him at first, but then as she recalled his voice, she remembered him very clearly. His voice was like he didn't know much English, his sentences unfinished. But she couldn't believe that he had changed too.
"...Marth?" Ashaedia said absently. The boy smiled and nodded, but shook his head again.
"My name not Marth anymore. I awake from dream..." Marth said.
"A dream? Wait..." Ashaedia started, then remembered. "Hey, I awakened from a dream too. I've awakened to my true self. Can you see me?" Ashaedia moved a finger in front of Marth's face, but his eyes did not follow it. He smiled sadly.
"Sephris died. I blind now forever. I not see your true form. But you see mine," Marth said sadly. "My name Nero now. Got it? That's true name."
"I see, well Nero it's good to see you again." Ashaedia said. Nero smiled, and turned to Karadon.
"Karadon, it good to see you. How you been? Missed you and Ashaedia." Nero said.
"I've been fine, and it's good to see you again too, Mar- I mean, Nero." Karadon greeted. Nero's pupil's dilated and he gave a small smile.
"Where Mistral? I missed phoenix. Mistral good to all." Nero said.
"...Marth?" Ashaedia said absently. The boy smiled and nodded, but shook his head again.
"My name not Marth anymore. I awake from dream..." Marth said.
"A dream? Wait..." Ashaedia started, then remembered. "Hey, I awakened from a dream too. I've awakened to my true self. Can you see me?" Ashaedia moved a finger in front of Marth's face, but his eyes did not follow it. He smiled sadly.
"Sephris died. I blind now forever. I not see your true form. But you see mine," Marth said sadly. "My name Nero now. Got it? That's true name."
"I see, well Nero it's good to see you again." Ashaedia said. Nero smiled, and turned to Karadon.
"Karadon, it good to see you. How you been? Missed you and Ashaedia." Nero said.
"I've been fine, and it's good to see you again too, Mar- I mean, Nero." Karadon greeted. Nero's pupil's dilated and he gave a small smile.
"Where Mistral? I missed phoenix. Mistral good to all." Nero said.
Adair and Gobiro burst into the secret chamber, only to find that they had come too late. Dracul had released the chained Creature, and now chaos was upon them all.
"I shall summon for you," the creatures rasped, "the three...great beasts...of chaos. Medusa...*cough cough*...Fenrir...and *cough*...*wheeze* Apophsis." Adair actually gasped. Dracul lunged at him, Gobiro turned half scorpion and stabbed Dracul with his stinger, then Dracul grabbed him around the throat and started choking him. Adair fired a silver tipped arrow into Dracul's chest. Dracul didn't move. He gropped Gobiro, a lifeless heap, onto the stone floor, then he slowly turned to face Adair.
"Live," he said. "Live and bear witness, old friend."
"I am no friend of yours," Adair said calmly, swinging the shortsword at Dracul, who grabbed it. It shattered like glass. Adair drew his gryphon's blood sword, and Dracul drew his own stange, curved weapon of the ancient days. Their blades met in the air above them. A quick downward swing, and a clang as a side strike was blocked, but Dracul had lowered his sword to block it. Adair swung upward as quickly as possible, but Dracul blocked it and disarmed him. He transformed into a great, massive tiger. Dracul laughed and swung at him. Adair transformed back unwillingly, bleeding from where Dracul had managed to cut him. That was when Balthazar burst in, Brandand, Alana, and Tharandil behind him. Next came Tharandil's men. Not five minutes later, Ashaedia, Karadon, and Marth burst through the door. Adair stood, and Dracul blocked Alana's spear strike, but not Balthazar's sword, it struck him hard, but did not damage. Ashaedia's katana flew forth, but Dracul and his new friend disappeared, and the heroes, reunited at last (except for Unaek) were left there, feeling like fools, and staring down at the form of Gobiro. Adair got down to see if he was still alive, and he found that...
Ashaedia knelt down to Gobiro's body, Marth, or who's real name is Nero, kneeling next to her. He gripped her shoulder for support as Ashaedia placed two fingers on Gobiro's neck, and smiled."He's still with us," Ashaedia reported. "His pulse is slow, but he's breathing."
"We most fortunate," Nero said in his incomplete English, feeling for Gobiro's neck and feeling his pulse. "Gobiro alive. He live." He closed his blind eyes and placed a hand on Gobiro's shoulder, his hand glowing with a turquoise and green light. Ashaedia closed her eyes too and put a hand on Gobiro's shoulder, her hand glowing with the same turquoise and green light Nero's hand shined. All of Gobiro's wounds closed up and healed slowly, but efficiently. Soon, Gobiro's skin was clean of all injuries and bruises, and Ashaedia and Nero sat back on their heels.
"He sleeps. Let rest. He need it." Nero said. Ashaedia smiled at him as Gobiro's body began to heave with small but peaceful breaths. She stood up and faced Adair.
"Adair, this is Nero. He used to be Marth, but he had changed. Just like me," Ashaedia explained as Nero stood up. "He awoke from his 'dream' like I did, and this is his true form. His real name is Nero, not Marth. Call him Nero from now on." Nero gave a small smile, and he blindingly reached for Adair's hand to shake.
"I know you have already met me, but I am no longer Marth." Nero said.
Adair shook Nero's hand.
"I think I may soon be able to understand this strang thing. But you two must find your own paths, without my help. Now, I must leave you all. Care for Gobiro, and accept him, he is the next member of our group. Also, it is my wish that Ashaedia take command. Balthazar, you must respect this decision. You all must," Adair told them.
"Where are you going?" Karadon asked. "And when will you return?"
"I'm going to save Unaek, and I may not return to you alive. Nero, a word of advice." he pulled Nero aside. "Ashaedia is rising. She may be our last hope. I see the plan unfolding. She is the Queen, Balthazar is the Knight, the hero, you are the Bodygaurd, Ashaedia's protector. Do you unstand?"
"Yes."
"Though I have almost figured it out, I cannot tell you anything further right now, but take this." He handed his sword to Nero. "It is no blade of legend, but it has power, and it will be of great help to you." Nero gripped the dark hilt tightly. "Thank you, Adair," he said.
"Do not thank me." Adair became a raven, and lifted himself into the sky, leaving the building.
Nero looked up at the sky, watching Adair's raven feathers falling.
"She is Queen..." Nero whispered to himself. "Balthazar Knight..." He gripped his new sword, the gift from Adair. "I am Bodyguard..." He closed his eyes, and sighed.
What she Queen of? Nero thought. He opened his eyes and looked over at Ashaedia. Her wings were outstretched, though he noticed that they had grown silver slightly.
"She is angel..." Nero whispered to himself again, watching her show her wings to her friends. Tears formed in his blind eyes, remembering when they were at that spring alone, almost kissed, but the fake Unaek interfered. He remembered wanting to kill him, but his feelings had changed, his spiteful spirit of faeries gone. He pitied them now, but he kept watching Ashaedia even though he could not see her. The white mist that separated him from her will hopefully lift one day, and he was dying to see her true form. But a powerful protectiveness washed over him as he sheathed the sword. If Balthazar was the Knight, the hero, would he win her heart? He was not blinded, he was not crippled by a white mist. Nero's calm eyes narrowed as he walk towards her, and stood by her side obediently.
"Nero, are you thirsty? Your skin is burning up," Ashaedia said, putting a hand on his cheek. She drew her hand back as she felt his tenseness. "Um, should I get you something?" Nero turned to stare at her.
"No, I get. Thank you." Nero said, and he went to grab a glass of water. Gobiro stirred awake, and he got to his feet. Nero felt along the table for his water container, and he found it. Ashaedia watched him with a worried stare.
"Are you sure? Please, let me help you." Ashaedia said, taking his bottle and opening it. Nero gave her long stare, then accepted the bottle.
"Thank you." Nero said, and took a sip of water, his blind eyes on hers. He still had that warmness for her, but what if Balthazar won her heart? Nero had met her first, and knew more about her. But he had not known that she was a Queen... But a Queen of what? Nero gave her a sad smile and stare.
"Ashaedia, you are-"
"Hello, I don't believe we've met," Gobiro said, shaking Ashaedia's hand. "My name is Gobiro. It's a pleasure to meet you." Ashaedia looked over at Nero and gave him a small smile.
You can tell me later. She mouthed at him. Nero nodded, feeling that she had said something to him, and stood by her side, his tenseness gone. Balthazar came over to greet her, and Nero's colorless eyes searched the white mist for him to stare at. Balthazar gave Nero a long quizzical stare, then he turned back to Ashaedia.
"You must be Ashaedia," Balthazar said, and gave a little bow of his head. "My name is Lord Balthazar. I've heard that you're our new leader."
Adair and Unaek ran through the corridors of Dracul's palace. They stopped and Adair told Unaek what he told Nero.
"And you, Unaek," he said finally, "You were right about the old stories. You are the Wizard, the Mentor, the Wise one. You will help guide them." He handed Unaek his journal. "This explains it all."
"What are you, then?" Unaek asked.
"I thought that would be obvious. I'm the..." the tip of an arrow protruded from Adair's stomach, "...Sacrifice." He grasped Unaek's shoulders. "Run!" he groaned angrily. And so Unaek ran like a madman.
"Adair, my old, foolish friend," a voice rasped. A ver thin figure strode forwward in a dark cloak and robes. He threw back his hood to reveal a scarred, ashen face.
"Brand," Adair gasped. "You're dead." It was Adair's old commander, Malfili's human half brother.
"I was, until Lyoit altered my death through black magic and made a Damphiro, a half vampire. I am captain of the Night Guard, Dracul's elite. Join me."
Adair nodded in pain. Brand touched his first two fingers to Adair's head, and Adair's veins turned dark gray. He writhed in agony.
"Welcome to the Night Guard, old friend." He handed Adair the standard issue weapons of the Night Gaurd, a thin, dark recurve bow, a quiver of arrows, and a stragne, thin, curved sword that hand a point where it sort of raised so that it made a point in mid-blade and the rest of it was higher than the first half. "Find me tommorow night,and if anyone asks, your name is Victor."
Ashaedia and Nero sat together in one of the tents that they had set up. The friends had created a camp so they wouldn't sleep on the dirt for that night, and Ashaedia and Nero shared a tent with Karadon. Nero sat close to her, his sword an arm's length away so if something bad happened it was right there.
"Nero, can you imagine things by touch? Can
you picture them in your mind?" Ashaedia asked. Nero nodded."I see things when I touch. When I imagine, I see. But white mist stay before me forever until someone fine solution." Nero said. Ashaedia nodded, and grabbed him by the wrists and guided his hands to her face.
"Can you try to imagine what I look like, in your eyes? Maybe it'll help you get a picture of what I look like." Ashaedia said, feeling his palms press against her cheeks.
"I try. Permission?" Nero asked.
"What? Of course you have permission." Ashaedia said, and closed her eyes. Nero blindingly but careful moved his hands around her face, feeling a nose, a mouth, her eyelids.
"Your face heart-shaped. Perfect mouth. Perfect nose. Eyes," Nero reported, his fingertips touching her eyelids. "...Gold?" Ashaedia's eyes fluttered open as Nero moved his fingers away.
"How did you know?" Ashaedia asked.
"I got right?" Nero asked.
"Yes! You got it right. My eyes are orange and yellow."
"But that not gold."
"It's close enough." Ashaedia said, and she closed her eyes. She felt Nero's fingers touch her scalp, his hand moving through her hair.
"Long silver hair," Nero said, and he touched the red flower in it. "Flower." Ashaedia nodded.
"Yes, that's right. I have a red flower in my hair." Ashaedia said. She felt his hands touch her neck and then her shoulders. He moved them down, but Ashaedia held them. Nero stopped, and he drew his hand back.
"I sorry..." Nero whispered, and hung his head. Ashaedia sighed and leaned forward. Nero gave a small gasp as he felt her hug him.
"Hey, you can't see what you're doing. You're blind, remember? I forgive you." Ashaedia said. Nero gave a small smile, and he wrapped his arms around her, hugging her.
"Heya! Is anybody here?" Shouted a familiar voice. Ashaedia looked over Nero's shoulder and out the flap of the tent.
"Unaek?" Ashaedia and Nero whispered together. Unaek entered their tent, and gave a small sigh.
Ashaedia gave a warm smile, and then a hug. Nero looked blindly at her with a comforting smile sensing her warm energy. Ashaedia sat back and looked to the tent entrance. A hand rose the entrance and Karadon leaned to walk in. He came in and looked at the figure sitting. "hello Karadon." Karadon looked in amazment. "He...hello Unaek." Karadon looked at Nero and Ashaedia who shrugged while smiling. He didn't know what to say.
Unaek looked up at Karadon, and shook his head.
"I need to speak to you, Karadon. It's important." Unaek said, and he led him outside.
"What is it?" Karadon asked. He was wondering if this was the real Unaek or not.
"First of all I want to tell you that I'm the real Unaek. Adair saved me. But I'm not sure if Adair made it out..." Unaek explained, and a few tears welled up in his eyes. He wiped them away and looked back up at Karadon. "Adair told me some interesting things, but one of them is unclear."
"What is it?" Karadon asked.
"He told me that Ashaedia is the Queen, Balthazar is the Knight, the hero, and Nero is the Bodyquard, Ashaedia's protector. He didn't tell me what Ashaedia was Queen of, though," Unaek explained, and he sighed. "But you can't tell Ashaedia. I feel that it's not the right time to let her know. Adair wouldn't have let her know because he didn't know what Ashaedia was Queen of." Unaek looked in the tent, seeing Ashaedia talking to Nero about something.
"Oh, but..." Karadon started, but shook his head. "Do I have a role in all of this?" Unaek nodded.
"Adair knows you have a role, but he's trying to figure out what it is." Unaek replied.
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| Anonymous | Gobiro | 4 | Oct 21 2011, 4:00 PM EDT by vampirejediknight | ||
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Thread started: Oct 13 2011, 6:55 AM EDT
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I am the author for Gobiro but have lost the password and email used for the account, if the character needs to be killed off or continued by others it's up to them to decide, either way I don't care.
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| vampirejediknight | Cliffhanger | 1 | Jul 16 2011, 10:19 AM EDT by Anonymous | ||
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Thread started: Jun 26 2011, 8:18 AM EDT
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I will not say whether Gobiro is alive or not. Someone else must fill in the next part of the story. Thought that would be cool.
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| TheDragonLover | Uhm, guys? | 1 | Jul 9 2011, 8:22 AM EDT by vampirejediknight | ||
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