Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Dragon Eye ❯ Chapter One ( Chapter 1 )
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By: SolemnFlight 
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Shounen / Suspense / Fantasy / Adventure / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 01.11.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.0K | Visits: 298 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Shounen / Suspense / Fantasy / Adventure / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 01.11.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.0K | Visits: 298 | Status: Work In Progress
You will find a lot of the same places in this story from “The Fated,” but is a different era.
Disclaimer: This is the disclaimer to end all disclaimers: I DO NOT OWN GW NOR DO I PROFIT FROM ANYTHING! If your looking to sue me for money, you won’t get anything. If you’re desperate, go work at Pizza Hut. It sucks there, same as you (^_^!).
Now was a time for heroes, whom bards would sing to kings about their adventures. This was a time for Monster Hunters, the most bravest of them all. Men and women, elf, human, and dwarf would battle the horrible beasts. Their skills would surpass even the most common knight or mage, they would become far greater than kings.
But there was one breed of dragons that were not so easily killed. Because of their sense of immortality, many hunters would not venture out to find one, except for a group of three hunters. They were the best of all, each coming from different villages, bound together by fate, and each seeking revenge took to hunting the rare breed of dragons until there was but one left…
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Strong hands pulled back the strings of the bowgun, a soft click as the bullet fell into the barrel. They had been hunting a pack of Genpreys, large, prominent crested beasts that bore toxic fangs and paralyzing claws. The large red monsters were further from their desert homes, feeding in the dense foliage of the lush jungles.
The group of hunters was carefully hidden amongst the foliage, their green armor concealing them carefully. They had waiting for this moment, baiting a trap and luring the pack within their range.
Calloused fingers rested on the trigger, slowly pulling back till a silent but audible bang emitted from the gun. The bullet lodged itself within the chest of a Genprey, sending the stripped creature flying backwards, colliding with the large barrel bombs that had been placed. A ring of bangs and fire circled the group of beasts and hunters.
. Two hunters jumped out of hiding, unsheathing their weapons and attacking the remaining, injured Genpreys. The gun man shouldered the heavy bowgun, and drew his dual swords, joining the hunt.
They had been lucky that this pack had lost it’s leader earlier, otherwise it would have been a more difficult hunt with a fully grown Gendrome about. They carved from the hides of the dead Genpreys, taking what they needed and return to the distressed village, eager to collect their prize.
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Rashid, a tall rugged looking man, Duke to the King of Vashti, burst through the doors of the council hall. His red velvet cape swept over the floor, his metal books clinking together as he approached the throne. He knelt, left hand draped over his right knee and right hand balled into a firm fist over his heart, a respectful bow to a high king.
The High King, a young man no older than the age of twenty with golden blonde hair and aquamarine eyes nodded at the Duke to stand. The young King had recently been crowned only fourteen moons ago. His father had recently gave way to death after a long struggle from an infection caused by an encounter with a dragon. The poison had left his bloodstream long ago, but due to the lack of early medical intervention, no mage or healer was able to spare his life. Even the most skilled of healers could only ease his suffering and after nine moons, the beloved King passed on in his slumber.
The High King, known as Quatre, was the youngest and only son of the past king. He had twenty-nine sisters, all older than him, and from different mothers. His father had tried many years to find a wife to bear a son, however his past wives would only bear daughters, something the High King had enough of. It wasn’t until the High King married the young daughter of Wynn had a son been born, but the young queen passed on in childbirth.
His sisters took pity on Quatre, often raising him themselves instead of passing him onto a nurse to raise. Quatre was quite fair, his features surpassing that of any maiden. He was a generous man, thanking of himself last and others first. He was polite and sincere, soft-spoken but valiant, he would make a great king indeed. However he shared a secret that he believed would be great shame and often envied women for their ability to lust after men without guilt.
“Rise Rashid and tell me what ails you so.”
“Milord, the villagers in Euclea beg for help. Many farmers have spotted a pack of horned wyverns nesting near the mountains. They had sent four of their local hunters to slay them but sadly none have returned. The wyverns are getting more and more dangerous, often venturing into the village at night, taking cattle, and burning fields. Three children and two women have been taken from the village at night, their screams echoing from the hills.”
“It would be wise to send troops there,” Quatre pondered the situation. “However our men are inexperienced when hunting monsters, it would take months of training to prepare them for this sort of task and the villagers can’t wait any more for help.”
“May I make a suggest, milord?” Rashid asked. Quatre nodded. “The village of Myakka had recently been savaged by a pack of Genpreys and requested help from an elite team of monster hunters. The hunters had departed days earlier from the village and word has it that only after three days of hunting Genpreys, which would of taken weeks, they are returning to the village.”
Quatre pondered the idea of hiring the hunters. He had heard of them before, a few bards had graced his halls with songs of their bravery. “So be it. Rashid I ask that you go to Myakka and hire the hunters. Escort them to Euclea, and when they are done with their mission, bring them back for their reward and a feast in their honor. Ride fast, Rashid, arrive at the village before the hunters.”
Rashid bowed deeply. “Yes, milord.” He turned, his velvet cape sweeping around him.
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The leader of the hunters dismounted from his horse. An elder villager and his three sons came scrambling over to hunters. “I hope no one is hurt, my lord,” the elder villager spoke.
The leader’s cobalt blue eyes starred beneath chocolate brown locks as he gave one of the sons the reigns of his horse. “I am no lord.”
“Certainly you are,” the elder retorted. “You banished my peoples fears, you gave them hope, if you are no lord then you are a hero.”
“I am but a man.” The elder nodded, seeing no reason to argue. “Come young hunters, for there is a Duke here to speak with you.”
“Lead us to him.” The three hunters followed the elder, the sons disappearing to take their horses to the stables.
Rashid looked up as the door was opened. The elder entered first, followed by three solemn looking men. The elder bowed low. “May I present the hunters who we had recently hired.” He gestured towards the men. “Heero, from the forests of Aturelah. Trowa, from the Elvin land of Anumireh. And Wufei, a priest from Ariella.”
Heero’s gaze rested on Rashid before casting his cobalt blues eyes towards the soldiers in the room. Trowa, clearly an elf with his pointed ears, auburn hair that resembled the mystic trees of his land and earthly green eyes nodded. Wufei was clearly a priest, but one more different than others. Instead of spending his time in temples, he joined the band of hunters, offering his healing powers, knowledge, and his life. Priests were trained far differently than what they were centuries ago; they now wielded weapons of many forms and trained in the ways of a warrior. Why they had taken up ways of both a warrior and priest no one would know, not even the priests.
“I come with a request from King Quatre of Vashti, he asks that you slay the neighboring wyverns of Euclea. The villagers there are distraught about the dragons and many are vanishing from their homes within the nights. The beasts are getting braver.”
“They’re becoming use to humans,” Wufei spoke. “They know longer fear us, we instead, fear them.”
Rashid continued. “My King asks that we escort you to Euclea. Upon completion of the mission, you’ll return to Vashti with us. My King has not told me of your prize money, however he is a generous man and will reward you with a great sum of gold and repairs for your weapons and new horses.”
“It is a generous offer,” the seemingly quite Trowa said. “I say we help the people of Euclea. I would like to travel to Vashti soon for repairs on my long sword.”
Heero nodded. “We’ll accept your offer. We break tomorrow.”
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Strong black wings folded around the muscular torso of the dragon. As the dragon landed, he pulled back his horned head, swallowing his meal whole.
The dragon was beautiful, far more decorated than the most common of wyverns. Double horns twisted high above his head in an array of silver and gold. The scales upon his body draped delicately into dark simmering colors of amethyst, silver, black, and ebony. But the eyes, the eyes would hold those within it’s gaze, mesmerizing them with a silent song, for the deep amethyst orbs held a deadly curse.
The dragon stepped forward, it’s long snot parting through the trees, walking in a slow steady fashion. The dragon arched low, his forelegs stretched out showing the deadly claws that gleamed in the soft moonlight as the scaly legs morphed into that of a human‘s hands.
It’s torso diminished, dark scales disappearing into pale white flesh. In a painful display the dragon vanished into a young naked human with long chestnut hair pulled back into a braid tied below the buttocks with a leather thong and haunting amethyst eyes.
The man stood, dusting the invisible dirt off his body. As he cast his eyes upwards towards the full moon, he seemed to glare at it, mocking the moon.
He walked to the edge of a cliff. The country of Vashti sparkled it’s warm fires at him. There was an old path, well warn from years of travelers that the man decided to journey down, he had taken this trail many times. His feet knew the way, knew that it would take two days to reach the gates of the Vashtian kingdom where he would allowed to rest his tired body until the New Moon arrived.
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Author’s note: This is just an idea I’ve had for awhile. I’ll try and get the second one up if I have enough reviews. Or I’ll plan on continuing it if I get enough reviews to boost my confidence for the second chapters. So read and review as I’d really like to continue this story.
Disclaimer: This is the disclaimer to end all disclaimers: I DO NOT OWN GW NOR DO I PROFIT FROM ANYTHING! If your looking to sue me for money, you won’t get anything. If you’re desperate, go work at Pizza Hut. It sucks there, same as you (^_^!).
Dragon Eye
You must always be careful when in the wild; for strange and far dangerous creatures hide within the land they‘ve deemed their “territory.” Throughout the years the creatures became more and more curious, once staying within their territories, but now venturing out into villages. This was a time of terror as the most feared of creatures, the dragons, came.Now was a time for heroes, whom bards would sing to kings about their adventures. This was a time for Monster Hunters, the most bravest of them all. Men and women, elf, human, and dwarf would battle the horrible beasts. Their skills would surpass even the most common knight or mage, they would become far greater than kings.
But there was one breed of dragons that were not so easily killed. Because of their sense of immortality, many hunters would not venture out to find one, except for a group of three hunters. They were the best of all, each coming from different villages, bound together by fate, and each seeking revenge took to hunting the rare breed of dragons until there was but one left…
-----------------------------------------XOXOXOXOXOX-- ---------------------------------------
Strong hands pulled back the strings of the bowgun, a soft click as the bullet fell into the barrel. They had been hunting a pack of Genpreys, large, prominent crested beasts that bore toxic fangs and paralyzing claws. The large red monsters were further from their desert homes, feeding in the dense foliage of the lush jungles.
The group of hunters was carefully hidden amongst the foliage, their green armor concealing them carefully. They had waiting for this moment, baiting a trap and luring the pack within their range.
Calloused fingers rested on the trigger, slowly pulling back till a silent but audible bang emitted from the gun. The bullet lodged itself within the chest of a Genprey, sending the stripped creature flying backwards, colliding with the large barrel bombs that had been placed. A ring of bangs and fire circled the group of beasts and hunters.
. Two hunters jumped out of hiding, unsheathing their weapons and attacking the remaining, injured Genpreys. The gun man shouldered the heavy bowgun, and drew his dual swords, joining the hunt.
They had been lucky that this pack had lost it’s leader earlier, otherwise it would have been a more difficult hunt with a fully grown Gendrome about. They carved from the hides of the dead Genpreys, taking what they needed and return to the distressed village, eager to collect their prize.
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Rashid, a tall rugged looking man, Duke to the King of Vashti, burst through the doors of the council hall. His red velvet cape swept over the floor, his metal books clinking together as he approached the throne. He knelt, left hand draped over his right knee and right hand balled into a firm fist over his heart, a respectful bow to a high king.
The High King, a young man no older than the age of twenty with golden blonde hair and aquamarine eyes nodded at the Duke to stand. The young King had recently been crowned only fourteen moons ago. His father had recently gave way to death after a long struggle from an infection caused by an encounter with a dragon. The poison had left his bloodstream long ago, but due to the lack of early medical intervention, no mage or healer was able to spare his life. Even the most skilled of healers could only ease his suffering and after nine moons, the beloved King passed on in his slumber.
The High King, known as Quatre, was the youngest and only son of the past king. He had twenty-nine sisters, all older than him, and from different mothers. His father had tried many years to find a wife to bear a son, however his past wives would only bear daughters, something the High King had enough of. It wasn’t until the High King married the young daughter of Wynn had a son been born, but the young queen passed on in childbirth.
His sisters took pity on Quatre, often raising him themselves instead of passing him onto a nurse to raise. Quatre was quite fair, his features surpassing that of any maiden. He was a generous man, thanking of himself last and others first. He was polite and sincere, soft-spoken but valiant, he would make a great king indeed. However he shared a secret that he believed would be great shame and often envied women for their ability to lust after men without guilt.
“Rise Rashid and tell me what ails you so.”
“Milord, the villagers in Euclea beg for help. Many farmers have spotted a pack of horned wyverns nesting near the mountains. They had sent four of their local hunters to slay them but sadly none have returned. The wyverns are getting more and more dangerous, often venturing into the village at night, taking cattle, and burning fields. Three children and two women have been taken from the village at night, their screams echoing from the hills.”
“It would be wise to send troops there,” Quatre pondered the situation. “However our men are inexperienced when hunting monsters, it would take months of training to prepare them for this sort of task and the villagers can’t wait any more for help.”
“May I make a suggest, milord?” Rashid asked. Quatre nodded. “The village of Myakka had recently been savaged by a pack of Genpreys and requested help from an elite team of monster hunters. The hunters had departed days earlier from the village and word has it that only after three days of hunting Genpreys, which would of taken weeks, they are returning to the village.”
Quatre pondered the idea of hiring the hunters. He had heard of them before, a few bards had graced his halls with songs of their bravery. “So be it. Rashid I ask that you go to Myakka and hire the hunters. Escort them to Euclea, and when they are done with their mission, bring them back for their reward and a feast in their honor. Ride fast, Rashid, arrive at the village before the hunters.”
Rashid bowed deeply. “Yes, milord.” He turned, his velvet cape sweeping around him.
-----------------------------------------XOXOXOXOXOX---- ------------------------------------
The leader of the hunters dismounted from his horse. An elder villager and his three sons came scrambling over to hunters. “I hope no one is hurt, my lord,” the elder villager spoke.
The leader’s cobalt blue eyes starred beneath chocolate brown locks as he gave one of the sons the reigns of his horse. “I am no lord.”
“Certainly you are,” the elder retorted. “You banished my peoples fears, you gave them hope, if you are no lord then you are a hero.”
“I am but a man.” The elder nodded, seeing no reason to argue. “Come young hunters, for there is a Duke here to speak with you.”
“Lead us to him.” The three hunters followed the elder, the sons disappearing to take their horses to the stables.
Rashid looked up as the door was opened. The elder entered first, followed by three solemn looking men. The elder bowed low. “May I present the hunters who we had recently hired.” He gestured towards the men. “Heero, from the forests of Aturelah. Trowa, from the Elvin land of Anumireh. And Wufei, a priest from Ariella.”
Heero’s gaze rested on Rashid before casting his cobalt blues eyes towards the soldiers in the room. Trowa, clearly an elf with his pointed ears, auburn hair that resembled the mystic trees of his land and earthly green eyes nodded. Wufei was clearly a priest, but one more different than others. Instead of spending his time in temples, he joined the band of hunters, offering his healing powers, knowledge, and his life. Priests were trained far differently than what they were centuries ago; they now wielded weapons of many forms and trained in the ways of a warrior. Why they had taken up ways of both a warrior and priest no one would know, not even the priests.
“I come with a request from King Quatre of Vashti, he asks that you slay the neighboring wyverns of Euclea. The villagers there are distraught about the dragons and many are vanishing from their homes within the nights. The beasts are getting braver.”
“They’re becoming use to humans,” Wufei spoke. “They know longer fear us, we instead, fear them.”
Rashid continued. “My King asks that we escort you to Euclea. Upon completion of the mission, you’ll return to Vashti with us. My King has not told me of your prize money, however he is a generous man and will reward you with a great sum of gold and repairs for your weapons and new horses.”
“It is a generous offer,” the seemingly quite Trowa said. “I say we help the people of Euclea. I would like to travel to Vashti soon for repairs on my long sword.”
Heero nodded. “We’ll accept your offer. We break tomorrow.”
---------------------------------XOXOXO XOXOXOXOX-----------------------------------------
Strong black wings folded around the muscular torso of the dragon. As the dragon landed, he pulled back his horned head, swallowing his meal whole.
The dragon was beautiful, far more decorated than the most common of wyverns. Double horns twisted high above his head in an array of silver and gold. The scales upon his body draped delicately into dark simmering colors of amethyst, silver, black, and ebony. But the eyes, the eyes would hold those within it’s gaze, mesmerizing them with a silent song, for the deep amethyst orbs held a deadly curse.
The dragon stepped forward, it’s long snot parting through the trees, walking in a slow steady fashion. The dragon arched low, his forelegs stretched out showing the deadly claws that gleamed in the soft moonlight as the scaly legs morphed into that of a human‘s hands.
It’s torso diminished, dark scales disappearing into pale white flesh. In a painful display the dragon vanished into a young naked human with long chestnut hair pulled back into a braid tied below the buttocks with a leather thong and haunting amethyst eyes.
The man stood, dusting the invisible dirt off his body. As he cast his eyes upwards towards the full moon, he seemed to glare at it, mocking the moon.
He walked to the edge of a cliff. The country of Vashti sparkled it’s warm fires at him. There was an old path, well warn from years of travelers that the man decided to journey down, he had taken this trail many times. His feet knew the way, knew that it would take two days to reach the gates of the Vashtian kingdom where he would allowed to rest his tired body until the New Moon arrived.
------------------------------------XOXOXOXOXOXOXO-- -----------------------------
Author’s note: This is just an idea I’ve had for awhile. I’ll try and get the second one up if I have enough reviews. Or I’ll plan on continuing it if I get enough reviews to boost my confidence for the second chapters. So read and review as I’d really like to continue this story.