Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Tale of the Silver Dragoon ❯ Chapter 3
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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: 952 | Visits: 127 | Status: Work In Progress
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Fantasy / Occult | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 01.31.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 952 | Visits: 127 | Status: Work In Progress
3
“Oh for the love of…If you say you’re hungry one more time; I swear I’ll feed you my foot, right up your…Forgive me Lord, for I am contemplating violence.” A deep voice lamented as the forest became thicker and far more dangerous and impassible. “Do you even know where you are going? We’ve passed this tree before.”
A second voice growled back. “I wouldn’t be hungry if someone could have waited until morning to do a little sigh seeing. I had dinner waiting. Your stench on my door interrupted that.”
“How is it my fault that you’re a territorial bastard. It’s a door. In an inn. Wake up call, Silvertalon. People go near your door all the time.” the priest came to a halt to stare at a spot on a tree. “I told you I’ve seen it before. Look. I marked it.”
“First of all, what kind of priest are you, calling me a bastard. Second of all, I wouldn’t stand there. That tree will eat you. Third of all, I’ve been through here more times than you’ve probably been out of your musty, dusty library. Unless you really wish to get lost, you’ll keep this up.” The knight continued forward, trying to ignore the growling of his stomach, only to hold it tighter and mutter. “Gott im hemmel…I’m starving.”
A moment later, a large rock came flying at Hanz’s head, barely missing him. It came from a very put our holy man. “Would you stop that?! We’re lost and you know it.” Mikal planted his rear on the ground against the very tree Hanz had warned him against.
Even as the other turned to snarl at the rock thrower, the trunk of the large elm bent, branches becoming stiff, leafy arms. The trunk split open to reveal a multitude of very sharp teeth. Vines shot out, ensnaring the black cloaked man, cutting off his words. He managed one sound before vines completely covered his mouth, rendering him silent.
Only the sharper hearing of the other male saved the priest. Moments after, that massive silver sword swung down, cleanly severing vines. The tree dropped the priest. Now able to speak, words flowed, calling a bloody fire from inside the wood itself. As the dying cries of the tree echoed, Hanz continued to slice the remaining restraints.
“See, what did I tell you? This is why I hate scholars. Won’t believe a word you say until it’s too late. I should have left you there. It would serve you right from throwing a rock at me.”
Mikal shivered, wiping away sap. “This is all your fault! I’m covered in…tree goo. I almost got eaten. And we are lost on top of that. Why couldn’t you have hid in a civilized place?!”
“Shut up, priest. I could turn around right now and leave you here. I don’t have to go with you.” the threat was empty and both the Dragoon knew it. As a knight who followed the Old Code, Hanz could not abandon Mikal to the Forest. And as a Dragoon, he was bound in service to the Celestial. Even if neither of them wanted to continue, they had no choice in the matter.
“You call yourself a knight!!” the black clad male huffed. “Why can’t we just forget this walking thing and take to the shies where we belong.”
Hanz was about to protest, He’d already refused once just outside the tiny village. Not once in all his time there, had the Villagers seen Hanz’s true form. It was only understood that he wasn’t human. He just didn’t see the point in showing it off and perhaps killing many in the process by mistake. That and he knew it would bring unwanted attention. His gurgling stomach however stopped those words. “Fine…fine…You win. We’re far enough away now. It should be fine.”
The holy man smiled slowly. “Finally, he becomes reasonable. Just think, the sooner you get to the Celestial, the sooner I go back to my research.”
“The sooner I don’t have to see that smile of yours.” Hanz muttered. “And the sooner I can eat.” He looked around for a moment longer before sighing. He hated changing. Especially in cramped areas. It was only made palatable by the fact that the shift was swift and effortless.
Just as his armor and title implied, there was a blinding flash of silver light. When it faded, a dragon rested in the place of the knight. Silver armor had become silver scales. He dwarfed even the largest trees, and crushed nearly a dozen more as his true body had taken up the space. The light was soon eclipsed however by a great darkness. It muted the purest silvery shimmer of magic still in the air. When the blackness faded, the priest was gone as well.
Like the knight, he had changed as well. Though not nearly the size of the Silver, the Onyx was still a sight to behold. Like the Silver, his name had implied his subspecies. The smaller, more maneuverable gem dragon took flight first, clearing the way of the beast that followed.
The dragons flew in tandem, wheeling to the south and west. Driven by years of travel to one specific place. The Moving Palace of their leader. The home of the Celestial Dragoon.
“Oh for the love of…If you say you’re hungry one more time; I swear I’ll feed you my foot, right up your…Forgive me Lord, for I am contemplating violence.” A deep voice lamented as the forest became thicker and far more dangerous and impassible. “Do you even know where you are going? We’ve passed this tree before.”
A second voice growled back. “I wouldn’t be hungry if someone could have waited until morning to do a little sigh seeing. I had dinner waiting. Your stench on my door interrupted that.”
“How is it my fault that you’re a territorial bastard. It’s a door. In an inn. Wake up call, Silvertalon. People go near your door all the time.” the priest came to a halt to stare at a spot on a tree. “I told you I’ve seen it before. Look. I marked it.”
“First of all, what kind of priest are you, calling me a bastard. Second of all, I wouldn’t stand there. That tree will eat you. Third of all, I’ve been through here more times than you’ve probably been out of your musty, dusty library. Unless you really wish to get lost, you’ll keep this up.” The knight continued forward, trying to ignore the growling of his stomach, only to hold it tighter and mutter. “Gott im hemmel…I’m starving.”
A moment later, a large rock came flying at Hanz’s head, barely missing him. It came from a very put our holy man. “Would you stop that?! We’re lost and you know it.” Mikal planted his rear on the ground against the very tree Hanz had warned him against.
Even as the other turned to snarl at the rock thrower, the trunk of the large elm bent, branches becoming stiff, leafy arms. The trunk split open to reveal a multitude of very sharp teeth. Vines shot out, ensnaring the black cloaked man, cutting off his words. He managed one sound before vines completely covered his mouth, rendering him silent.
Only the sharper hearing of the other male saved the priest. Moments after, that massive silver sword swung down, cleanly severing vines. The tree dropped the priest. Now able to speak, words flowed, calling a bloody fire from inside the wood itself. As the dying cries of the tree echoed, Hanz continued to slice the remaining restraints.
“See, what did I tell you? This is why I hate scholars. Won’t believe a word you say until it’s too late. I should have left you there. It would serve you right from throwing a rock at me.”
Mikal shivered, wiping away sap. “This is all your fault! I’m covered in…tree goo. I almost got eaten. And we are lost on top of that. Why couldn’t you have hid in a civilized place?!”
“Shut up, priest. I could turn around right now and leave you here. I don’t have to go with you.” the threat was empty and both the Dragoon knew it. As a knight who followed the Old Code, Hanz could not abandon Mikal to the Forest. And as a Dragoon, he was bound in service to the Celestial. Even if neither of them wanted to continue, they had no choice in the matter.
“You call yourself a knight!!” the black clad male huffed. “Why can’t we just forget this walking thing and take to the shies where we belong.”
Hanz was about to protest, He’d already refused once just outside the tiny village. Not once in all his time there, had the Villagers seen Hanz’s true form. It was only understood that he wasn’t human. He just didn’t see the point in showing it off and perhaps killing many in the process by mistake. That and he knew it would bring unwanted attention. His gurgling stomach however stopped those words. “Fine…fine…You win. We’re far enough away now. It should be fine.”
The holy man smiled slowly. “Finally, he becomes reasonable. Just think, the sooner you get to the Celestial, the sooner I go back to my research.”
“The sooner I don’t have to see that smile of yours.” Hanz muttered. “And the sooner I can eat.” He looked around for a moment longer before sighing. He hated changing. Especially in cramped areas. It was only made palatable by the fact that the shift was swift and effortless.
Just as his armor and title implied, there was a blinding flash of silver light. When it faded, a dragon rested in the place of the knight. Silver armor had become silver scales. He dwarfed even the largest trees, and crushed nearly a dozen more as his true body had taken up the space. The light was soon eclipsed however by a great darkness. It muted the purest silvery shimmer of magic still in the air. When the blackness faded, the priest was gone as well.
Like the knight, he had changed as well. Though not nearly the size of the Silver, the Onyx was still a sight to behold. Like the Silver, his name had implied his subspecies. The smaller, more maneuverable gem dragon took flight first, clearing the way of the beast that followed.
The dragons flew in tandem, wheeling to the south and west. Driven by years of travel to one specific place. The Moving Palace of their leader. The home of the Celestial Dragoon.