Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Before The Legend ❯ Before The Legend ( Chapter 1 )

A/N: Hi, this is my first original story. I usually write Inuyasha fanfics. Anyway, I would like some reviews from people if they liked it or not. Now without further ado, on with the show…err, I mean story.

 

Before the Legend

By: Diren Dark

 

 

Blazing sunlight shone on my face as I rode on my horse to the empyreal city. Taking a quick glance behind me, all of my most loyal men were trying to find a way to avoid the sun. Some hid behind the much more bigger men for shade, where other acted as if it was the coolest day in their life.

 

Looking back to the front, I saw the Empyreal city's gates. Once the men gathered around the enormous wooden door, my Lieutenant yelled up to the soldiers guarding the door.

 

“Open the gate!” the Lieutenant's gruff voice rang in my ear. A responds immediately followed, “Who wishes to cross into the capital city! What is your business?!”

 

Before my fateful friend could answer, I interrupted him, “I' am Major General, Dakota Erickson! Open the gates at once!” the amour I wore was cooking me inside, my patient only hanged by a thread.

 

A smirk crossed my face as the soldiers above me scattered about, from shock and embarrassment I guessed. With great effort, the giant doors swung open to reveal the magnificent city that lay behind the walls of the great city.

 

The tall buildings, fill of beautiful designs printed across them, reached to the heavens. More than a thousand people lived in the capital, but it is a very friendly place to live. Children all around played in the parks, some kids hid under the trees to avoid the sun's powerful rays.

 

Sighs of relief was heard all around me, knowing my soldiers, it was because of the shade that caressed their heated bodies.

 

The young face of my Lieutenant formed a frown as he stared at me. “What?” I snapped. I was never very patient or nice.

 

The young man face still unchanged, knowing my behavior all to well, spoke up in his defense; “You didn't have to yell at the soldiers like that, they probably crying for their mothers right now, sir.”

 

Soon the city people started to crowd around the road, their eyes all thirsty for a glimpse of my men and me. Not wanting to look at my right hand man at that moment, I looked towards some of the girls in the crowd and gave them a small dashing smile. All three of the women screamed in delight.

 

The women of most of the cities I went to were crazy about me, to my confusion. Maybe it was my exotic white hair or my dark skin, but I was leaning more to my different eye colours. My right eye is blue; the colour I was born with while the other one is a highlighted green. I' am an Ashvaro, one of the survivors of my village.

 

“Dakota is so dreamy, he is prefect in every way!” spoke one of the younger girls in the crowd; I could hear their conversation clearly. I casted that theory out of my mind, I was far from perfect. My mother told me that know one was perfect and that we should be happy to be who we are. An image of her face crossed my thoughts. I miss her terribly; she shouldn't have gone the way she did.

 

I still remember it as it were yesterday; I was no more than 9 years old. Playing in the fields with my friends in the warm sunny day. The scent of cherries and violets swirled around my as I run. Occasionally tripping over my long, and ragged scarf.

 

Soon the horrid screams of women reached my ears, in the direction of my poor village. My mind went blank. Some of my friends run towards the village, crying their family's names. My thin legs began to ran too, as if it had a mind of it's own. Once I reached the village, the cheap houses were burning and people running out the town.

 

Suddenly, a house beside crushed down, immediately killing the family inside. Frantically, I ran in fear to my home with a blurry vision. My big blue eyes shed tears that plastered on my dirty cheek. Chuckling of the invading bandits and the cries of death surrounded me, yet I paid no attention to them. I stormed into my tiny house to find my mother underneath one of the bandits. Her long blonde hair stuck to her round face and her eyes glissaded with fear. Both hands pinned to the ground as she desperately tried to get her attacker of her, but it was futile.

 

My mother's screams, telling me to get away, then my heart exploded with rage. One of the wooden flooring caught my eye, grabbing the weapon and ran full speed toward my hated enemy. Ignoring mother's cries, I charged him and let out a battle cry.

 

Suddenly, a second man appears and before I can do anything, a watery substance was thrown in my eye. “Annoying little brat,” grumbled the new enemy and I clutched my burning eyes. A heated sensation swam in my blue eye; I knew screaming in pain wouldn't help me, but it hurt too much not to.

 

Among the talking of the men and my cries, I was able to hear mother's warnings. “Dakota, please, I' m begging of you, run.” Mother pause for a moment as she licked her dry lips and got control over her sobbing yet cracked voice, “Forget about me and run, my dearest!”

 

Then a rough hand grabbed my short hair and dragged me out to the yard; from what I can see from my good eye. Suddenly, a fist from the second man who dragged me came in contact with my face repeatedly till I fade into unconsciousness.

 

When I first woke up, at first I thought I was dead till I saw my house. “Mama!” I grumbled in a horse tone. My entire body was either stiff with pain or numb. Limping inside my home I stared at my mother's body, unable to tare my damaged eye away. In the middle of the room laid the most cherished person in my life, with her throat slit. Mother's dull and lifeless blue eyes rolled back so they locked with mine.

 

Losing my energy in my legs so I slid down to the floor with my back against the doorway. One of my hands cupped over my face as my tears full of sadness flowed down my check while the other one gripped the red scarf. It was a present from mother a week ago; she said it belonged to my father. She said that I looked exactly like my father, and even acted like him.

 

I don't know how long I cried for, but it was a long time till I stop, I knew that sure. The rain started to fall from the heavens once an injured woman, a survivor, placed a hand upon my shoulder. The herbiest of the now mangled village placed a sad smile on her old, wrinkly face managed. It took me a minute to realize who she was, since she was covered in dirt and blood. Her name was, I think, lady Adamina Jernigan but everyone called her grandee Adamina. Grandee Adamina was full of wisdom and kindness, and the stories she told the children of the village were so funny yet stock full of adventures.

 

Getting off of the mudding ground I ran into her open arms. Grandee told me while I was crying that the celestial warriors from the Empyreal city had come. When we went to see them, I saw so many innocent people had been slain and the survivors cried over their bodies.

 

The warriors that grandee told me were helping either bury the dead or tend to the wounded. The men were huge and strong, carrying their signature armor and weapons.

 

Two days pasted after the attack and now the survivors and me are traveling to the capital city, where the warriors offered homes to us. Only 11 made through the attack, most of them were elderly men and women.

 

Empyreal city had huge buildings, and loads full of people. I never been out of the village before and this city was enormous. One of the celestial warriors told me that they found a home for me, a comrade of theirs want me to be their new son.

 

The first acquired encounter with the Garver family was quiet. All I had with me was me dirty clothes and my red scarf. Mostly Mrs. Garver talked to me about my lifestyle back home, what I like and disliked and so on. Mr. Garver on the other hand was glaring at me the whole time with a scowl firmly stuck on his face.

 

For most of the time I held an emotionless face on. I didn't want to have a new family; I wanted my old one back, but I didn't complain. I had nowhere else to go. The motherly Mrs. Garver told me that her husband was a celestial warrior and doesn't trust strangers much so I had to be patient with him.

 

After two hours of glaring at me from Mr. Garver, I decide to give him a nasty stare back and that made Mr. Garver laugh. He said that I had spunk, which pleased him.

 

A few months later, after I got settled in, I was know as scarf boy because I always wore my red scarf. Mrs. Garver tried to throw it away or wash it at least, but I threatened to bit her. It was my father and mother's; never knowing my father and now that my mother was got, it was the only thing that made me feel as though I' am part of my parents.

 

I also had no friends, they were all strange creature through my eyes, but I preferred to be alone. Plus most of the kids were scared of my short temper.

 

After school, I go to the training camp for the celestial warriors. The intense exercises thrilled me to no end; I spend most my time watching or copying the training exercises. Mr. Garver had even showed me a few moves.

 

Two years have pasted and now I' am 11 years of age, prefect to qualify to become a celestial warrior. There were three difficult tests were thrown on me to become a knight, combat, strategy and weapon use, but I pasted.

 

Sadly, none of the new knights got any armor or weapon, including me. All of the new warriors wined for week's among themselves while I took my complaints to Mr. Garver. He told me that all the new warriors don't get equipment and name till we complete our first mission.

 

My first mission was one I'll never forget. All 9 of the new warriors were teamed up to fight a group of bandits; Mr. Garver and a few other older knights watched over us. We all hid in the giant trees, in the outskirts of the Empyreal city, as we peered down on the group of killers.

 

My eyes shoot up; one of the men in the group was the one who killed my beloved mother. Then my anger filled my soul and before I knew it, I was on the ground with a small knife that celestial warrior gave me, in my hand.

 

Using my speed and flexibly as an advantage, I dodged the men till I faced my real enemy, my mother's killer. I thrusted the knife into his unarmed chest, right above where his heart laid, before he had time to pull out his own weapon. My enemy coughed out crimson blood and came in contact with my shoulder.

 

Glancing behind me, I narrowed my different coloured eyes at the fools who started to come towards me. Again, I used my speed to defect the bandits; I felt my comrades eyes pierced into my back as I fought by myself. Frantically I dodged the blows thrown at me and thrown punches of my own. At the end, I came out victories.

 

The celestial warriors congratulated me, but I felt sick and as well as numb. It was the first time I killed anyone, but Mr. Garver told me that I killed an evil man so I shouldn't care. Sadly, the feeling of sickens lasted for a couple of weeks.

 

My sorrow disappeared well I was at the banquet of the royal knights; thousands of important people were there, the king himself showed up. The Fuhrer, the second most powerful man in the country gave me my warrior name, the Thirteen Dragon. The Fuhrer told for my tragic past and my dragon like personality, that it was a name that I was born for.

 

I even got my armor with a dragon engraved on the left side. The weapon I was given was huge and had ends the swirled, making it look like a fang. The sheath had words engraved on it too. It said `The dragon within thee will be released when you let thee eyes burn with fire from the heart. As thee stand in your mighty pose, let the wind blow your red scarf as if it is your wings. Fight with this sword as your claw, slash the blood of the wicked, to protect thy self and others.' The engraved words touched my heart I almost cried in happiness for the first time since mother's pasting.

 

9 years pasted and I became Major General of the entire celestial warriors army.

 

Coming out of my flashback just in time to see one of my men talking about eating his wife's delicious cooking while he patted his armed stomach. I couldn't wait to go back home and sleep in my own bed and wouldn't get up till noon.

 

Soon the men started to tease me about not being married yet, saying that if I wait to long I'll probably be too old to have kids. I told them to shout up, but a chuckled slipped through my lips when I saw Gregory's scared face.

 

Looking up to the heavens, I though of my mother and the father I never knew, wishing that they were with me when I do actually get married. Then I parted my glaze and mind back down to earth and rode towards my new home.