Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Tale of the Silver Dragoon ❯ Chapter 2
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By: OtakuAngelD 
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Fantasy / Occult | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 01.31.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 110 | Status: Completed
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Fantasy / Occult | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 01.31.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 110 | Status: Completed
2
The door started to buckle with each pounding. Though it was made of very strong oak, the wood could not handle the strength of the one banging on it. From the other side of the door, it seemed as if it was being hit by a battering ram. In a way, it was. A one man siege engine was knocking upon it. Normally, Hanz would be careful with his great strength. At the moment though, he really didn’t care. He was operating on ancient, uncontrollable ways. The urge to protect his territory.
As the flurry of knocks continued, they became harder. Hanz had switched hands. The pommel of his sword slamming against the wood making a deafening thud with each successive blow. Behind the door, the thick plank keeping it tightly shut tight could no longer withstand the force of the hits. Though not even remotely at half his true strength, Hanz felt a guilty rush of satisfaction at the unmistakable sound of wood shattering into nothing. The next strike saw the door flying open and hitting the walls to either side, as the great wind called the Silver Dragoon burst though the barrier to enter.
The main rectory of the church was dark. Candles hung from the ceiling had long since been put out. Shadows permeated every corner, making the place seem even more empty. Sharp, wary eyes darted to each shadow as heavy steps made their way towards the alter. Halfway, Hanz paused to once again sniff the air. As he did, a shadow loomed behind him, and the doors that had once been embedded into the walls slammed back closed as if by invisible hands.
The next moment, all the candles suddenly flickered to life, as if by magic. The knight froze in his steps, a deep growl ringing off the walls. As he turned, the shadow moved as well, somehow staying behind him, serving to make the dragon in human form more cross. “Quit hiding and face me! Only cowards shrink into the shadows!”
“Tisk tisk…Is that any way to address your superior?” A deeper, darker voice answered the demand.
Hanz spun to stare at the from now before the alter. A priest. The robes said as much. The dark cassock making the man into a shadow. The priest smiled slowly and tilted his head. Ebon hair pulled into a ponytail spilled over one shoulder. “You MUST be Silvertalon… I had been told you were impulsive. Had I known you’d be like this…”
“You were near my room.” The knight shot back. “Why?”
“Definitely brave though. Indeed brave. Doesn’t even know who I am and he demands why of me. I’ll have to let the Gold know she needs to teach her second-in-command some manners.”
“Manners?! You dare speak to me of manners? You invade my territory. Lord only knows what you did to my room. No one just happens to come looking for me. What do you want, priest?”
“Sir Knight, temper temper. Don’t lose your head now. It would be very incontinent for me to put it back on for you. Now, let me give you a lesson on manners.” the priest strode down from the alter, dropping his cassock as he went. Under it was a suit of pitch black armor. It looked nearly identical to the one the Knight wore. “When first meeting someone, it is proper to introduce one’s self. As you couldn’t seem to do it, I shall. I am Father Mikal Kristopher. To you though…I might be better known by this…”
Once again, the priest dropped a piece of clothing, His gauntlet hitting the ground to reveal a dark tattoo of bones and webs covering is hand, to his elbow, tracing where his own bones lay under pale skin. “You would know me as the Onyx Dragoon, Silver.”
A frown crossed Hanz’s face and his grip on his sword loosened. Yet, the growl remained. It was obvious that the larger man didn’t trust the dark priest in the slightest. Poof of membership to the Order or not. “What do you want of me, Onyx. I’m a very busy man.”
Mikal had to laugh at that. They both knew Hanz was no man. He, like the priest, was a dragon hiding in the form of a man. “I’m sure you are. Busy drinking and carousing at the hole in the wall tavern. I’m sure the Forest hunts keep one of your supposed skill very busy.“ Rich sarcasm flowed, dripping from each word. “I’m here to see you. To offer Hanz, the Demon’s Bane, a true challenge for once. Unless what I’ve heard is lies. I would hate to waste my valuable time coming all this way for a useless knight.”
Hugely muscled arms crossed over a barrel chest as Hanz scowled at Mikal. “I don’t like your tone priest. And I like you insinuations even less. If another one of us has been sent to fetch me, it means one thing. The Celestial is calling for us.”
It was Mikal’s turn to scowl. “You are correct. Dragged me out of very important research to come all the way here to this hell hole to get you. Couldn’t send a normal messenger. Had to be me, he just loves making us all jump though hoops for his amusement.”
For a moment, Hanz shook his head in agreement. The hoop jumping was why he was constantly going into the Forest. It had been ordered of him via request by his unquestionable leader after his final test. Then he realized he was agreeing and forced his head still. Silver sword returned to it’s sheath and he sighed. “Not like we have much of a choice. Lead the way, priest. Let’s not keep him waiting. The quicker we get there, the quicker I no longer have to look at you.”
“the sooner I can get back to my books and away from impulsive fools.” Mikal spat and waved one hand towards the doors. His lips moved in inaudible words. Some sort of prayer. In a single moment, the doors flew open and the candles flickered. Mikal’s voice rose and the candle flames turned a blood red. Then they snuffed out completely as two forms left the small church and moved towards the edge of the small village of Radolfzell.
The door started to buckle with each pounding. Though it was made of very strong oak, the wood could not handle the strength of the one banging on it. From the other side of the door, it seemed as if it was being hit by a battering ram. In a way, it was. A one man siege engine was knocking upon it. Normally, Hanz would be careful with his great strength. At the moment though, he really didn’t care. He was operating on ancient, uncontrollable ways. The urge to protect his territory.
As the flurry of knocks continued, they became harder. Hanz had switched hands. The pommel of his sword slamming against the wood making a deafening thud with each successive blow. Behind the door, the thick plank keeping it tightly shut tight could no longer withstand the force of the hits. Though not even remotely at half his true strength, Hanz felt a guilty rush of satisfaction at the unmistakable sound of wood shattering into nothing. The next strike saw the door flying open and hitting the walls to either side, as the great wind called the Silver Dragoon burst though the barrier to enter.
The main rectory of the church was dark. Candles hung from the ceiling had long since been put out. Shadows permeated every corner, making the place seem even more empty. Sharp, wary eyes darted to each shadow as heavy steps made their way towards the alter. Halfway, Hanz paused to once again sniff the air. As he did, a shadow loomed behind him, and the doors that had once been embedded into the walls slammed back closed as if by invisible hands.
The next moment, all the candles suddenly flickered to life, as if by magic. The knight froze in his steps, a deep growl ringing off the walls. As he turned, the shadow moved as well, somehow staying behind him, serving to make the dragon in human form more cross. “Quit hiding and face me! Only cowards shrink into the shadows!”
“Tisk tisk…Is that any way to address your superior?” A deeper, darker voice answered the demand.
Hanz spun to stare at the from now before the alter. A priest. The robes said as much. The dark cassock making the man into a shadow. The priest smiled slowly and tilted his head. Ebon hair pulled into a ponytail spilled over one shoulder. “You MUST be Silvertalon… I had been told you were impulsive. Had I known you’d be like this…”
“You were near my room.” The knight shot back. “Why?”
“Definitely brave though. Indeed brave. Doesn’t even know who I am and he demands why of me. I’ll have to let the Gold know she needs to teach her second-in-command some manners.”
“Manners?! You dare speak to me of manners? You invade my territory. Lord only knows what you did to my room. No one just happens to come looking for me. What do you want, priest?”
“Sir Knight, temper temper. Don’t lose your head now. It would be very incontinent for me to put it back on for you. Now, let me give you a lesson on manners.” the priest strode down from the alter, dropping his cassock as he went. Under it was a suit of pitch black armor. It looked nearly identical to the one the Knight wore. “When first meeting someone, it is proper to introduce one’s self. As you couldn’t seem to do it, I shall. I am Father Mikal Kristopher. To you though…I might be better known by this…”
Once again, the priest dropped a piece of clothing, His gauntlet hitting the ground to reveal a dark tattoo of bones and webs covering is hand, to his elbow, tracing where his own bones lay under pale skin. “You would know me as the Onyx Dragoon, Silver.”
A frown crossed Hanz’s face and his grip on his sword loosened. Yet, the growl remained. It was obvious that the larger man didn’t trust the dark priest in the slightest. Poof of membership to the Order or not. “What do you want of me, Onyx. I’m a very busy man.”
Mikal had to laugh at that. They both knew Hanz was no man. He, like the priest, was a dragon hiding in the form of a man. “I’m sure you are. Busy drinking and carousing at the hole in the wall tavern. I’m sure the Forest hunts keep one of your supposed skill very busy.“ Rich sarcasm flowed, dripping from each word. “I’m here to see you. To offer Hanz, the Demon’s Bane, a true challenge for once. Unless what I’ve heard is lies. I would hate to waste my valuable time coming all this way for a useless knight.”
Hugely muscled arms crossed over a barrel chest as Hanz scowled at Mikal. “I don’t like your tone priest. And I like you insinuations even less. If another one of us has been sent to fetch me, it means one thing. The Celestial is calling for us.”
It was Mikal’s turn to scowl. “You are correct. Dragged me out of very important research to come all the way here to this hell hole to get you. Couldn’t send a normal messenger. Had to be me, he just loves making us all jump though hoops for his amusement.”
For a moment, Hanz shook his head in agreement. The hoop jumping was why he was constantly going into the Forest. It had been ordered of him via request by his unquestionable leader after his final test. Then he realized he was agreeing and forced his head still. Silver sword returned to it’s sheath and he sighed. “Not like we have much of a choice. Lead the way, priest. Let’s not keep him waiting. The quicker we get there, the quicker I no longer have to look at you.”
“the sooner I can get back to my books and away from impulsive fools.” Mikal spat and waved one hand towards the doors. His lips moved in inaudible words. Some sort of prayer. In a single moment, the doors flew open and the candles flickered. Mikal’s voice rose and the candle flames turned a blood red. Then they snuffed out completely as two forms left the small church and moved towards the edge of the small village of Radolfzell.