darkSpyro

Well here it is, say hello to my newest charecter, the young dragon Adaar!

The Elders…
The elders told of naught but darkness, fast approaching…
Those that believed died, and those that didn’t weren’t spared. Slavery was abundant in hell they said, But Adaar Knew that slavery was a fickle hope, Death wasn’t Eternal, Pain could be. In his mind Pain and suffering were great forces, and he knew no others due to the fact his mother was dead and his father, who was no father to him, was a tyrant by the name of Rehoden. The prince Adaar, that was all the world knew of him, not ‘My friend Adaar’ and Never ‘Adaar, the one who will not kill’ even though he would not. He had seen sunlight but once, and even then it was only for a few moments as his egg had cracked. Ever since then he had been imprisoned within the cavernous palace walls and although that may seem like a fine life to many, he could not be contented. At once, on his fifteenth birthday, in the month Roshengahrd he spoke to his father. “Father, may I fly outside of the palace walls, just on this day of my birth? So I may bring you popularity by seeing me, your son, with a full sense of freedom and wealth?” He had asked. To his utter delight the promise of a display of power and wealth, no matter how fickle, overpowered the greedy Rehoden to allow this small flight. As he thanked his father, Adaar knew naught what was to come but he had a feeling, a wondrous feeling, that he would enjoy finally stretching his wings in the light of the open day…

Well there you go, sorry if its inadiquete

Oh common... now i double posting!

He flew. He flew! The wind felt amazing to him, and it was all that mattered. The shifting breezes, the occasional gust from the north, the rare thermal and then the sun. Oh the glorious sun! How he wished he could bask in it forever! Of all the fuzzy memories of his beginnings, the sun had been nothing like this! He had never before looked out a window at it and yet he felt as if he had never left its warm embrace, its glowing lantern brought him happiness in a which he had felt but once before, in his mothers nest as a mere hatchling. Had he knew what it felt like to fly, actually fly as his natural design allowed him, then he would have fled the palace long ago. But something had always held him back, his simple love of a dragoness by the name of Rohi, she was simple in terms of beauty, she wore naught but a silver chain around her neck, in which she was kept as a slave to Rehoden. She was a dark blue, in sharp contrast to Adaar’s Forrest green. Her wings swept back to sharp points forming a V between her wing and back and her eyes, her beautiful eyes, were deep black. And because he loved her so, his father, in cruel amusement, had sent her to live with his most vile vassals, preventing Adaar from seeing her. And it was up in the sky in which he decided, he would run away, far away, and with him he would take Rohi.

will someone please read it?

ok, now im triple posting!

That very night, he planned to leave. He packed few things, a few strips of dried meat, some coin and of course, a small statuette of Rohi that he kept, to the dismay of his servants. He placed these items in a pack he strapped around his neck and foreleg, to prevent its falling off. Next, he had to escape the bed chambers and get to the baths, were he hoped to fly from the balcony. He silently walked on, seeing as he couldn’t fly in the dead air that permeated the interior of the palace. As he exited the chambers and entered into the bathes he was horrified, Rehoden was at the balcony, staring out into nothingness. As the baths were his only way out, he attempted to quietly make it as far as possible.

“Loki? Loki you foul demon have you come to taunt me in my own palace?” The deadened call of his father made Adaar stop suddenly. “If you have then I warn thee, I have next to a thousand guards waiting all equipped to fight you and you darkness.” Rehoden continued to rant on, never turning around. Adaar prayed he would not, for if he did it would mean certain death for the crime of defying the king. He made his way silently to his father’s back, then unfurled his wings. The kind turned around, just in time to catch the sight of Adaar taking flight. Adaar flew on, hearing the far-off calls of his enraged father.

Lol. Could'nt help it

lolz
finally someone posts!!!!!
*dies*
*comes back to life and hands medal and cookie then dies again*

His dad is awesome >:3
I demand more story! *shot*

*corpse speaks*
well if it wasent for the triple post i woud maybe tomorrow... or next year... or a few millenia perhaps? (Lol jking)

LOL, corpse speaks.
I will somehow throw you out the window if it was a few millennium

woo window thrower!!!!!

ah well bck on topic

has anyone actually READ the fanfic? hmm? hmm? *looks expectantly at everyone*

ok heres more, I was bored...

He flew for eight days and eight nights, not stopping to rest. On his ninth and final night of travel he collapsed near Lord Uln’s estate, he was there. As he rose up on the morn, he found that the fortress in which he hoped to penetrate required him to know what Rohi’s job actually was. So for the next five days he disguised himself as a cook and questioned all he met on her location. He was finally told, but instead of joy he found himself disgusted and disoriented. “She’s in a harem!?” His words echoed the kitchen he was in, making all the others, dragon and whatever they may be, to stare at him. “Err…” he looked, embarrassed, at the group before him. He coughed and said “Well… Back to work now!” and ran to the door, escaping the utterly disturbing glances of cooks and servants.

this obviousely bespeaks my boredom...

Nice writing style Doinu, very interesting.
(I see what you mean about the title lol.)

lol, but my newest addition completely bespeaks.. i am bored out of my mind!


oh and ty i like individuality

hope my novels unique enough for an award!

It think when you're bored is the best time to write imo. You do very good with dialog, I always have trouble with that.
I might write some more in mine as I literally have nothing to do.

lol ok, dialogue is easy

making up names is hard.

making up how everything starts off... SUPER HARD

lol

and tyvm

Hehe I like amking up names, and I always have trouble making a sensible ending.

really cool! i like it! lol! please write more!

lol maybe tomorrow... for some reason i dont know why i made the random chick in a random harem lol

or a harem at all

She's in a harem? Oh lul! xD
Moar plz <3

more lolzez

The next morn, Adaar tried in vain to find an entry point not under guard. All he found was one opening unguarded, and that was through his original servant’s gate, but worried about the cooks and maids, who were sure to be searching for him. He stretched his back in the sun, pondering at midday on what next to do, after all, he had ran out of the dried meats and would soon have to buy more, lest he starve. It was simple then, for him to decide on leaving the woods near the manor and enter its nearby village to pick up information and supplies.

As night came and the moon shown down upon the lands Adaar found what he had been looking for, a pub. Inside there was mirth and warmth and a warm place to sleep. He had no time to enjoy that, as he came to question the long drunk bar-hand on public information he may have missed. “So… how be you?” He asked Adaar, as if long knowing him. Fearing knowledge of his identity, he failed to answer and flew out of an open window, breaking his wing on the sill and passing out of consienceness...

ouch

Uh oh. That's not going to be well in the morning

well... thats his fault, innit?

originally i was gonna make him wasted

but decided that waswnt to nice

MORE!!!! lol

He awoke, he knew not were, bur he awoke in a lighted room. To him a lighted room meant to things had not happened, he had not been imprisoned and he had not been brought back to the palace. This brought him unusual happiness, but it was washed over by curiosity, were was he? He saw an opened door leading out to a separate room; he entered to find a sight he would never forget. Rohi… Rohi lay in the room, fast asleep. She was scarred, she was beaten, she was damaged but to Adaar, he found that she seemed more perfect to him. She had been abused, obviously, but she retained a sense of helplessness. He found the more he looked at her the more three key emotions played, hate love and an boundless curiosity. Although he saw her, he could not believe she was real. He moved closer, hoping she was real and hoping she was fake, at the same time. She awoke, and with blinding speed, flew upwards and brandished her claws in a way Adaar had previously thought impossible. At that moment his infatuation, his crush, turned into open adoration.

oh common... now im triple posting!!!

She looked down upon him and, realizing who he was, relaxed. Adaar found himself unable to speak for quite some time, then, after quite a few minutes regain his voice enough to simply say “Hello Rohi.”
She looked at him with interest, in a strange way, Adaar wished she wouldn’t stop. “My brothers said someone had looked for me in that godforsaken manor, but they refrained from saying who, so i ask myself to your face, who are you?” Each syllable was spoken with restrain, as if she hated him yet loved him, he couldn’t tell if he loved or hated the tone. Taking a minute he answered as regally as he possibly could “I am Prince Adaar, son of Rehoden, I have escaped the palace itself and I am currently on the run, as forever I shall likely be.” She looked at him for a long while until uttering “Rehoden never had a son, I worked in his palace for many years and never met you, so likely you are a liar.” She put more restrain on the ‘love’ this time and more emphasis on the ‘hate’. “If I were liar… then... Could I have this?” He unwrapped out the statuette of her frame with his claw and then continued “You may not have heard of me due to the fact that Rehoden likes his secrets, and only his most trusted ever knew of me.”
“And I should believe you why? You could just be a thief or a craftsman, or both. Also Rehoden trusts no-one but his secrets are poorly hidden. You know me naught and yet if you were to tell the truth, then why did you seek me?” She said, leaving out all emotion. He thought up a quick lie, which had come easy in his father’s care and tutoring, and spoke “Rehoden isn’t the fool you believe him to be, he only allows false secrets through to the public or to spies, he has never been more trusting to those other than the demons who seem to posses him and I sought you because you were needlessly enslaved.” He prayed to no god, but nonetheless prayed she would believe him. “What a fantastic tale you speak of, and yet you expect me to believe it? I am no child.” She said faintly. “Yes, it is just a tale, after all if I were really a secret prince I would have an idea of where I am!” he answered, angering quickly. “Well well well… Maybe you are Rehoden’s son, just maybe.” She finished, shocking him utterly.

Cool! ^_^
She doesn't get fooled easily >:3

lol true that

again, i must double post

It was the next day, and Adaar could tell that Rohi was tired of the constants of him asking about her, the last question had been “how long are your claws?” at which she finally yelled at him for. He partly believed her anger was that he had asked the same thing three times at that point, but promptly shut up. She was attempting to get answers out of him, not to give them, she had said. He remained quiet for another twenty minutes until an unrestrained “Will you marry me?” popped out, which she completely ignored. Another two days went on like this, until she ‘finished’ “Well, what is it?” Adaar asked her, not really caring but wanting to speak with her on sane terms. “It’s a plan to break into the palace.” She answered, to his horror “I just escaped!” he spoke to himself lightly, to lightly for her to hear. “Well now you can see the inside of the hell-house for real.” She said to him, leaving out liar, for the first time since he met her. This heartened him greatly, and he felt like he should speak again, until she added “What is your real name by the way?” He was crestfallen, but answered “Adaar.” “Actually, I don’t believe that, I think ill call you…” she appeared to think for a moment, in which Adaar prayed it wouldn’t be ‘Liar’ “I shall call you Loki.” The realization of the name his father had uttered chilled him. “Why… What does it mean?” he asked, hoping she wouldn’t ask him why. “Loki, the demon, the liar, the thief, whatever you like to call him.” Until then, he had though his life fairly decent, but now his love bestowed this name, which he would never forget.

you know, i hate triple posting A LOT

Chapter 2: Return to the palace

“So we are doing what now?” Adaar asked, none to calmly. “We are penetrating Rehoden’s palace, stealing his personal records and using them against him, Loki.” Rohi failed to leave out his new name. “Ok… hey Cakulavieth, what do you expect to find?” He asked her, with her new name. “For one, I’m hoping to find a weakness of his, and two, why do you call me Cakulavieth?” She said, looking away. “I call you Cakulavieth because it means ‘dangerous beauty’ and that’s what you are. Also, perhaps records of my existence are in his personal files, then you can’t call me Loki anymore.” He replied quickly, daring not breathe until she replied. “Hmm… Dangerous beauty… I could get to like that name…” She seemed to quickly become embarrassed and busied herself with the plans. “And I could get to like you even more.” He spoke lightly, and she didn’t hear him, he was almost glad she hadn’t. “And now, I suppose we go on our way.” She spoke boldly, like she hadn’t said what she had. “Yes, Yes I suppose we head off to our doubtless deaths, do we not?” and with that, they took flight.

The flight seemed shorter to Adaar than the first, he figured it was because he had a companion, none other than Rohi. She seemed to be a spark of hope to him; just perhaps he could survive, stop running and finally find a peaceful home. At the Palace’s foot, he felt regret that he had come, but it was too late. They entered through the bath’s in which he had escaped, not making a noise. After that she led to an alcove and into his father’s quarters. For many minutes they didn’t speak, until she broke the silence, barely making herself heard “A personal letter… It says that the date was fifteen years back.” She seemed to read on for a moment, then continued “It says ‘Today my son was born, I shall name him Adaar, after my great, great, great grandfather; Adaar the brave. May my son take up the mantle of his warrior lineage and take the throne in glory and live a calm life. This day he still does not know me, and he possibly never will. I travel to the Ruins of Carovhien, the ancient mount itself. If I do not return from that foul place and fail to slay Loki, the demon that lives there, and he one day reads this may he know that his father is proud of him for surviving, for in his egg six assassins have already attempted to murder him. Loki may return if I am not slain, the corrupted shall seize the palace and none shall be spared. I shall account of my past life here…’ well…” She stopped for a moment “Apparently you do speak the truth, you are Rehoden’s son. I don’t think I’ve ever felt bad for another one…” she drew slightly closer to him. “Another what?” he asked, unsure of what happened. “Another…” She was cut off by a group of soldiers barging in, and Rehoden. “Well, well, well, my son returns, as well as a bit of plunder from my own stocks. I would be proud, if you had won her. Now, goodbye, neither of you can hope to see daylight again, at least not in this life.” He spoke menacingly, and from behind, Both Adaar and Rohi were hit, slipping out of Consciousness in unison.

Adaar would have been aware of the dank, musty cell he was entrapped in if not for two things. First was his desire to see Rohi, for she was missing; Second the pain. Rehoden had thought it fit to no longer allow his son the luxury of flight, and so ordered his men to slash open his wings. Three vertical gashes marked them. Even if my wings heal, Adaar thought bitterly the scars shall always remind me of this place. Soon his Bearings came to him, but it only deepened his fear. He was In the Shavelka, the fabled torture chambers of Germune, were only the condemned were kept. I’ve entered hell itself; and it’s my job to get me and Rohi out. The thought was sudden, swift and random. Despite this, the thought of Rohi gave him hope, and he stood, preparing for a charge on the cell’s door. He charged straight at it and, too late, realized there was a chain around his neck. He was suddenly jerked back, feeling the pain before it had even occurred. This requires more thought. He realized, and immediately began thinking up a plan.


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