Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Tale of the Silver Dragoon ❯ Chapter 7
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Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Fantasy / Occult | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 01.31.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 124 | 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: 124 | Status: Completed
7
The stay at the Gorlitz estate was a short one. Yet, when it came time, Hanz found himself reluctant to leave. While Mikal had staged for their mission in the estate library, Hanz had kept himself busy among the guards and the maids. Mostly, the maids. He spent as much time as he could carrying and fetching and hanging clothing with the very pregnant Beatrix Lieder. The dragon had grown fond of the human woman and her husband. Even if her husband watched the knight like a hawk. The Captain of the Guard seemed not to trust him in the least. Hanz wondered who was leading the guards with as much as the man shadowed him.
There was no need. Hanz would never dream of touching a married woman. Even id he was besotted with her. He had no time for romance. Much to his displeasure, his harmless wooing of the human woman was cut short by Mikal’s announcement that they had the information they needed and it was time to depart.
Again, much to his displeasure, he was refused a goodbye. The dragons left late in the night. So late that it was nearly dawn. As they left to the border, Hanz felt his heart pining for the little blond woman. He had grown so fond of. He found himself constantly looking back and sighing. “I’m going to miss her.” He lamented.
On the walled border, Mikal stood, tapping his foot. “Will you hurry up? We’re losing daylight.” The dark priest pointed skyward. The sun was already high. But the way he phrased it, it seemed as if he knew how the sun worked in this place. “You will forget her soon, Hanz.”
“Her?” A boisterous female voice announced. “Jas our Hanz become besotted again?” The voice belonged to a woman nearly as large as Hanz. Like the knight, she was very monochrome. She shoe gold in the sunlight. The crest of the Vatican’s Holy Knights was a brighter gold than even her eyes. “Hanz, you dog. When will you look at me?”
He laughed a rich laugh, as the General and her second met halfway, ignoring the dark cloaked clergy. The Onyx started to pace before the final gate, eager to get going. “Claire…I always look at you. I can’t take my eyes off such excessive….ugliness.” Hanz teased.
The woman hugged Hanz as if he were a younger brother. “So, who is it now? A barmaid that fed you well? A feisty wench?”
Mikal yelled. “She was married, pregnant, and human. Now, hurry this up. Every minute here is a minute lost.”
A golden brow lifted. “Pregnant? Hanz, you dog! I better be the god-mother.” The Gold Dragoon was joking. She knew Hanz wasn’t one to ever settle down. She’d tried it herself once. But they had both been more in love with their jobs. They had separated as friends. Before the dark priest could speak again, Claire sighed and whapped Hanz on the back. “I know, priest. Waiting daylight. Now listen, and listen close. I’ve seen the book. It was just like the Celestial said. It was made with his skin. The Orihalcon’s skin.” She scowled at that.
Hanz could only attempt to hide his guilt. Sir Rodriguez had been a father to him. Taught him everything he knew about being a knight. The guardian of the Book of Ages; Sir Rodriguez had sacrificed himself to keep the contents of the book safe forever. Sacrificed at the point of Hanz’s sword. The Book had vanished shortly after. He wondered why it would surface now, after so long. But his questions were quieted by the eager voice of Mikal.
“Gold, can you tell me anything else?” He then nodded as if he already knew that the Gold would say next.
“I couldn’t get close. It was pulsing with magic. Powerful magic. I think it has to be…that book. I thought it was just a story. But I have seen it. The book surges. It…cries. It’s aura though is strange. It flickers between holy and…” The Holy Knight shivered and held herself.
“I see. It has guards?”
A nod. “Demons.” The word was spat. “Very powerful demons. And undead. They are taking it somewhere. I would assume to that accused library. That place of sin. I will see it burn one day!”
Hanz put a hand on her shoulder. Right now was not the time to dwell on his unforgivable sin. “I know you will. Thank you, Claire. We go from here. Just make sure we have a way out.”
A shy smile. “I will, Silvertalon. I wish I could be in there with you. Just…” Her voice became a whisper as the great doors opened into a darkly blighted land. “Be careful. There is word that a No-Life King is after the book. I know you’re strong, but this is not someone you should fight alone.”
Hanz whispered back. “Where? Any information will help.”
“I’m sorry. The Pope forbids….” There was a pause as Claire looked around, focusing upon the dark figure silhouetted by the door, already though it. “Forget the Pope. Our Inquisition sent information that he will pass though one of our gates into the Vampire Kingdom either today or tomorrow. So far, we have caught nothing. But we will keep vigilant. It might buy you some more time.”
Hanz smiled and placed a brotherly kiss to her cheek. “Thank you again, Claire. I know how hard that was for you. I owe you.”
“You bet you do. Now go, before the Onyx leaves you behind.” She smacked him once on the rear-end. “Go. We’ll catch up some other time.”
Hanz hurried away, waving once. He caught up quickly, the door closing behind him. The last sight of life was Claire holding her cheek and sighing. Then the massive gate door slammed shut, locking them and the rest of whatever lived in the land inside.
Mikal adjusted his robes. “It’s about time, you Charming want-to-be. What did you learn?”
Hanz shrugged. “They are taking it to the Library. If it gets there, not even I will be able to get it out.”
“Then, let’s not linger any more, Silver. The longer we stand, the further away the book gets.” Hanz had to run to catch up when the other Dragoon swept into the dying land, eyes focused on the unnaturally quick dying light.
The stay at the Gorlitz estate was a short one. Yet, when it came time, Hanz found himself reluctant to leave. While Mikal had staged for their mission in the estate library, Hanz had kept himself busy among the guards and the maids. Mostly, the maids. He spent as much time as he could carrying and fetching and hanging clothing with the very pregnant Beatrix Lieder. The dragon had grown fond of the human woman and her husband. Even if her husband watched the knight like a hawk. The Captain of the Guard seemed not to trust him in the least. Hanz wondered who was leading the guards with as much as the man shadowed him.
There was no need. Hanz would never dream of touching a married woman. Even id he was besotted with her. He had no time for romance. Much to his displeasure, his harmless wooing of the human woman was cut short by Mikal’s announcement that they had the information they needed and it was time to depart.
Again, much to his displeasure, he was refused a goodbye. The dragons left late in the night. So late that it was nearly dawn. As they left to the border, Hanz felt his heart pining for the little blond woman. He had grown so fond of. He found himself constantly looking back and sighing. “I’m going to miss her.” He lamented.
On the walled border, Mikal stood, tapping his foot. “Will you hurry up? We’re losing daylight.” The dark priest pointed skyward. The sun was already high. But the way he phrased it, it seemed as if he knew how the sun worked in this place. “You will forget her soon, Hanz.”
“Her?” A boisterous female voice announced. “Jas our Hanz become besotted again?” The voice belonged to a woman nearly as large as Hanz. Like the knight, she was very monochrome. She shoe gold in the sunlight. The crest of the Vatican’s Holy Knights was a brighter gold than even her eyes. “Hanz, you dog. When will you look at me?”
He laughed a rich laugh, as the General and her second met halfway, ignoring the dark cloaked clergy. The Onyx started to pace before the final gate, eager to get going. “Claire…I always look at you. I can’t take my eyes off such excessive….ugliness.” Hanz teased.
The woman hugged Hanz as if he were a younger brother. “So, who is it now? A barmaid that fed you well? A feisty wench?”
Mikal yelled. “She was married, pregnant, and human. Now, hurry this up. Every minute here is a minute lost.”
A golden brow lifted. “Pregnant? Hanz, you dog! I better be the god-mother.” The Gold Dragoon was joking. She knew Hanz wasn’t one to ever settle down. She’d tried it herself once. But they had both been more in love with their jobs. They had separated as friends. Before the dark priest could speak again, Claire sighed and whapped Hanz on the back. “I know, priest. Waiting daylight. Now listen, and listen close. I’ve seen the book. It was just like the Celestial said. It was made with his skin. The Orihalcon’s skin.” She scowled at that.
Hanz could only attempt to hide his guilt. Sir Rodriguez had been a father to him. Taught him everything he knew about being a knight. The guardian of the Book of Ages; Sir Rodriguez had sacrificed himself to keep the contents of the book safe forever. Sacrificed at the point of Hanz’s sword. The Book had vanished shortly after. He wondered why it would surface now, after so long. But his questions were quieted by the eager voice of Mikal.
“Gold, can you tell me anything else?” He then nodded as if he already knew that the Gold would say next.
“I couldn’t get close. It was pulsing with magic. Powerful magic. I think it has to be…that book. I thought it was just a story. But I have seen it. The book surges. It…cries. It’s aura though is strange. It flickers between holy and…” The Holy Knight shivered and held herself.
“I see. It has guards?”
A nod. “Demons.” The word was spat. “Very powerful demons. And undead. They are taking it somewhere. I would assume to that accused library. That place of sin. I will see it burn one day!”
Hanz put a hand on her shoulder. Right now was not the time to dwell on his unforgivable sin. “I know you will. Thank you, Claire. We go from here. Just make sure we have a way out.”
A shy smile. “I will, Silvertalon. I wish I could be in there with you. Just…” Her voice became a whisper as the great doors opened into a darkly blighted land. “Be careful. There is word that a No-Life King is after the book. I know you’re strong, but this is not someone you should fight alone.”
Hanz whispered back. “Where? Any information will help.”
“I’m sorry. The Pope forbids….” There was a pause as Claire looked around, focusing upon the dark figure silhouetted by the door, already though it. “Forget the Pope. Our Inquisition sent information that he will pass though one of our gates into the Vampire Kingdom either today or tomorrow. So far, we have caught nothing. But we will keep vigilant. It might buy you some more time.”
Hanz smiled and placed a brotherly kiss to her cheek. “Thank you again, Claire. I know how hard that was for you. I owe you.”
“You bet you do. Now go, before the Onyx leaves you behind.” She smacked him once on the rear-end. “Go. We’ll catch up some other time.”
Hanz hurried away, waving once. He caught up quickly, the door closing behind him. The last sight of life was Claire holding her cheek and sighing. Then the massive gate door slammed shut, locking them and the rest of whatever lived in the land inside.
Mikal adjusted his robes. “It’s about time, you Charming want-to-be. What did you learn?”
Hanz shrugged. “They are taking it to the Library. If it gets there, not even I will be able to get it out.”
“Then, let’s not linger any more, Silver. The longer we stand, the further away the book gets.” Hanz had to run to catch up when the other Dragoon swept into the dying land, eyes focused on the unnaturally quick dying light.