InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Alirah ❯ Prologue: The Wanderer ( Prologue )
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By: Midnightsilver 
The tale of the wanderer...
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Horror / Fantasy / Drama / Adventure | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 11.17.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 158 | Status: Work In Progress
The tale of the wanderer...
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Horror / Fantasy / Drama / Adventure | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 11.17.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 158 | Status: Work In Progress
Disclaimer: InuYasha belongs to Rumiko. Diablo and some of the plot belongs to Blizzard entertainment. Some characters belong to me but I will let you know when they appear.
Prologue
A black, hooded figure walked slowly in the tattered old prison that lies a few miles south the barbarian city, Harragoth. His steps didn’t make the slightest noise or clap on the stone floor. Rough laughter was heard throughout the halls.
The prison itself wasn’t one of those dark ones with no windows like you’d see in English styled horror movies in medieval England. In fact this prison had windows, and the halls were bright and looked clean, expect the cracks on the walls signify old age is started to fall on the building.
The figure stopped in front of a cell door at the end of the hallway, and with a wave of his hand, the door slowly opened, without slamming on the wall. The cell only had 1 window, 1 chair and a bed, and a plate on the stony floor. And on the floor, lying in the sunlight, was a thin, old hermit, fiddling his bony fingers and tapping them on the dirt in between the stone tiles.
As soon as the door creaked, the old man stopped his fiddling and slowly turned his head towards the door. His vision was failing so he could only make out a black shape. The figure walked towards the chair that was facing towards the bed and in front of the window. The hermit moved, with difficulty, to rest his back against the bed, knocking the plate in the process that was sitting next to him.
The figure stared at the poor man for a minute before he spoke in a calm tone.
“So Wyvern, at last I’ve found you”
Wyvern tried to focus his eyesight on the stranger. He could only make out the shape that seemed familiar to him. Then it him. A flashback to his past of a person with a white hood and angelic whips that acted like wings sprouted from his shoulders.
“Adonis...yes now...now I recognise you. I should’ve known you’d have travelled in disguise”. He shuddered.
“Aye...they’re...they’re always watching”
The figure, known to Wyvern as Adonis, looked across the room before making eye contact with Wyvern again.
“I’ve been searching for you for sometime Wyvern. I was beginning to think you didn’t want to be found”. Adonis grinned slightly, but since Wyvern was blind, he failed to see the grin and mistook his tone as anger.
Wyvern looked very nervous as sweat began to appear to the corner of his head and arms.
“Oh...forgive me Adonis...please” he begged. “It wasn’t my fault”. Wyvern was sweating so badly now he had to wipe his face.
“Not your fault? Ha! Tell me Wyvern? How was it ‘not your fault’?”
Any fear or worry on Wyvern’s face simply vanished as he recalled his dark past. Slowly he said, “The Wanderer...yes it was...” he looked towards the ceiling. “...was the wanderer”
“Ah I remember now. Let me tell you, Adonis my friend, what happened to me those months ago”
Adonis listened carefully as Wyvern started his story.
“My days at the rogue and archer encampment seem so long ago. I sought refuge at an old tavern known as The Dawn Castle, high in the mountains pass the Eastern gate.
“For days I yearned for sleep...for days I yearned. Yet from when I dreamt, the memories would return”
Wyvern shuddered at the memory of the old monastery burning around him surrounded by undead skeletons, and in between them stood a dark wanderer.
“Memories ... of the monastery... and the evil which had claimed it. Dreams? Memories? I couldn’t tell the difference anymore.
“There was a blizzard outside that night. I remember waking up as the door opened and the cold breeze entered the hall. The evil from my dreams...followed me at my heels?”
Wyvern looked like he was having a panic attack as he told his story.
“How did he find me there? He looked like he had pain in his back and I heard rumours’ a dark wanderer was walking the countryside was said to be the terror. But who could this broken son of a man, barely able to carry the weight of his own sword, be the burning terror?”
“All of a sudden... he struck his sword in the floor and held onto the handle, uncontrollably shaking it. Everyone in the tavern turned their heads to stare. They were oblivious but I wasn’t. He was possessed. He seemed to have demons of his own that he struggled to contain”.
“He suddenly let go of his sword and held on it his hand and wrist, as if trying to stop it to shake. I heard a few of the men laughing thinking he was a lunatic. But I knew...he was losing”.
“He knocked over the table as he fell to his knees. All of a sudden the oiled fire pillar, that was no longer a sword rack, began to fissure violently. The men were staring at the fire, while my attention was on the wanderer. He began to glow a green from where his heart and forehead is. That’s when everything happened”
Wyvern took a deep breath before he continued.
“Small fire imps emerged from the flames. Giant slug like demons and snake like ghosts with no heads climbed from under the floor and even bats flew through the broken glass. The men got up with their swords to begin battle. Yet none f the demons came after me, so Stayed in the corner chair.
“The imps set the building a flame as the wanderer struggled to hold the demon within. As I watched the whole I scene...I became convinced that was I not mad. The Terror, the destruction, the evil I had witnessed, what else was there to explain the questions that ran in my head? Were these the demons from my dream or...were they born within the wanderer?”
Wyvern’s hands began to shake a little but he went on.
“Three skeletal warriors’ came from the bonfire and slashed at anything that moved. The ghost chased after the waiter and I saw one of them pierce right through the chest of an older man, and...The wanderer...seemed to finally stop shaking and screaming. All of a sudden, the demons retreated back from where they came...and I finally stood and dropped a pipe on the floor. The middle of the tavern was aflame but it didn’t seem to me that the building would collapse”.
“The wanderer stood and slowly walked away through the flames, I walked towards the front door to see blood splattered on the way out, and a corpse on my right hand side”
Wyvern sighed.
“Why did I follow him? I don’t know...but why do things happen as they do in dreams? All I know is that when he beckoned...I had to follow him, and from that moment, we travelled together East, always into the East...”
A/N: Just to note this is the first fanfic I’m starting on, and most of this is from the game Diablo 2 but the names of the characters however I decided to change.
Ok please review and let me know what you think
Adios- Midnightsilver
Adonis= Lord
The prison itself wasn’t one of those dark ones with no windows like you’d see in English styled horror movies in medieval England. In fact this prison had windows, and the halls were bright and looked clean, expect the cracks on the walls signify old age is started to fall on the building.
The figure stopped in front of a cell door at the end of the hallway, and with a wave of his hand, the door slowly opened, without slamming on the wall. The cell only had 1 window, 1 chair and a bed, and a plate on the stony floor. And on the floor, lying in the sunlight, was a thin, old hermit, fiddling his bony fingers and tapping them on the dirt in between the stone tiles.
As soon as the door creaked, the old man stopped his fiddling and slowly turned his head towards the door. His vision was failing so he could only make out a black shape. The figure walked towards the chair that was facing towards the bed and in front of the window. The hermit moved, with difficulty, to rest his back against the bed, knocking the plate in the process that was sitting next to him.
The figure stared at the poor man for a minute before he spoke in a calm tone.
“So Wyvern, at last I’ve found you”
Wyvern tried to focus his eyesight on the stranger. He could only make out the shape that seemed familiar to him. Then it him. A flashback to his past of a person with a white hood and angelic whips that acted like wings sprouted from his shoulders.
“Adonis...yes now...now I recognise you. I should’ve known you’d have travelled in disguise”. He shuddered.
“Aye...they’re...they’re always watching”
The figure, known to Wyvern as Adonis, looked across the room before making eye contact with Wyvern again.
“I’ve been searching for you for sometime Wyvern. I was beginning to think you didn’t want to be found”. Adonis grinned slightly, but since Wyvern was blind, he failed to see the grin and mistook his tone as anger.
Wyvern looked very nervous as sweat began to appear to the corner of his head and arms.
“Oh...forgive me Adonis...please” he begged. “It wasn’t my fault”. Wyvern was sweating so badly now he had to wipe his face.
“Not your fault? Ha! Tell me Wyvern? How was it ‘not your fault’?”
Any fear or worry on Wyvern’s face simply vanished as he recalled his dark past. Slowly he said, “The Wanderer...yes it was...” he looked towards the ceiling. “...was the wanderer”
“Ah I remember now. Let me tell you, Adonis my friend, what happened to me those months ago”
Adonis listened carefully as Wyvern started his story.
“My days at the rogue and archer encampment seem so long ago. I sought refuge at an old tavern known as The Dawn Castle, high in the mountains pass the Eastern gate.
“For days I yearned for sleep...for days I yearned. Yet from when I dreamt, the memories would return”
Wyvern shuddered at the memory of the old monastery burning around him surrounded by undead skeletons, and in between them stood a dark wanderer.
“Memories ... of the monastery... and the evil which had claimed it. Dreams? Memories? I couldn’t tell the difference anymore.
“There was a blizzard outside that night. I remember waking up as the door opened and the cold breeze entered the hall. The evil from my dreams...followed me at my heels?”
Wyvern looked like he was having a panic attack as he told his story.
“How did he find me there? He looked like he had pain in his back and I heard rumours’ a dark wanderer was walking the countryside was said to be the terror. But who could this broken son of a man, barely able to carry the weight of his own sword, be the burning terror?”
“All of a sudden... he struck his sword in the floor and held onto the handle, uncontrollably shaking it. Everyone in the tavern turned their heads to stare. They were oblivious but I wasn’t. He was possessed. He seemed to have demons of his own that he struggled to contain”.
“He suddenly let go of his sword and held on it his hand and wrist, as if trying to stop it to shake. I heard a few of the men laughing thinking he was a lunatic. But I knew...he was losing”.
“He knocked over the table as he fell to his knees. All of a sudden the oiled fire pillar, that was no longer a sword rack, began to fissure violently. The men were staring at the fire, while my attention was on the wanderer. He began to glow a green from where his heart and forehead is. That’s when everything happened”
Wyvern took a deep breath before he continued.
“Small fire imps emerged from the flames. Giant slug like demons and snake like ghosts with no heads climbed from under the floor and even bats flew through the broken glass. The men got up with their swords to begin battle. Yet none f the demons came after me, so Stayed in the corner chair.
“The imps set the building a flame as the wanderer struggled to hold the demon within. As I watched the whole I scene...I became convinced that was I not mad. The Terror, the destruction, the evil I had witnessed, what else was there to explain the questions that ran in my head? Were these the demons from my dream or...were they born within the wanderer?”
Wyvern’s hands began to shake a little but he went on.
“Three skeletal warriors’ came from the bonfire and slashed at anything that moved. The ghost chased after the waiter and I saw one of them pierce right through the chest of an older man, and...The wanderer...seemed to finally stop shaking and screaming. All of a sudden, the demons retreated back from where they came...and I finally stood and dropped a pipe on the floor. The middle of the tavern was aflame but it didn’t seem to me that the building would collapse”.
“The wanderer stood and slowly walked away through the flames, I walked towards the front door to see blood splattered on the way out, and a corpse on my right hand side”
Wyvern sighed.
“Why did I follow him? I don’t know...but why do things happen as they do in dreams? All I know is that when he beckoned...I had to follow him, and from that moment, we travelled together East, always into the East...”
A/N: Just to note this is the first fanfic I’m starting on, and most of this is from the game Diablo 2 but the names of the characters however I decided to change.
Ok please review and let me know what you think
Adios- Midnightsilver
Adonis= Lord