Zoan - Part one - Chapter 1 and chapter 2
Welcome to my new starting story, its not really fuly completed yet, so thats why there are gonna be a few parts to it, and i just put everything together, i think its alittle better that way, but thats only my opinian. anyways, here is the first part. and i know its really not that much, but i do believe its very good myself, but im the author, so you know, my opinian and all. * * * Zoan
- * Chapter 1
- * One peaceful day in a small village in a dence forest known as Soro, two younge boys, around the age of 7, were relaxing after a days worth of chorse. "Hey Haze," said the young Blue anthro Dragon. "Yea Drac?" said the small snow kitty boy sitting in the chair, he looked over at his brother Drac just as he tossed a glass of water onto Haze, soaking him, "awww come on...your gonna get it now!" Haze says as he gets up and starts running at Drac with his own cup of water, tossing it at him, "haha, you missed" said Drac. The two continued to play with eachother, while there older brother was wandering around in the Old forest, just wandering its imencensess. "hmmm... never seen this place before." Scorpion, a small anthro black dragon said as he stumbled across a small tomb. In the tomb was just one room, it containing a sarcophogus, and a lone Pedistal, laying on it on its own little stand was a Katana. He examined the blade, being a Sword Major in his classes. Deciding to take the sword home, thinking it would make a nice trophie or something. Taking the sword pedistal, the Tomb then starting to rumble, a hole appearing under him, engulfing him, sending to the spirit world. Meeting a lone spirit within the darkest areas. "So, you decided to remove my sword did you?" the spirit laughs alittle, "Well, i must thatnk you Scorpion, you removed the trouble of having to wait for another 30 years before i would be awakened, now it only took me a waiting time of 60 years. you are going to help me, whether you like it or not!" the Spirit said. The Spirit rushing towards him, ramming itself within his body, taking control of his body, a large tatoo appearing on his back, which forms the ancient symbol on the Sarcophagus. The Hole opening again, throwing him out, Scorpion landing on his back, unconcious, waking up a few Minutes later, shaking and rubbing his head, looking back up, a small unnoticable red glare in his eyes that disappears after a few second. Scorpion then regains himself, taking the sword back through the woods and into the village. As he enters he is greeted by everyone, tho he doesnt say a word, but just walks slowly back to the House, immediatly going into his room, setting the sword behind his drawer, keeping it there for a few years, about 3 to be exact. At that time Scorpoin is 17 years old. "well Scorpion... i think its time for you to go out into the world, you have come of age, and its a right of passage. you wil have to travel into the land, and grow strong over the next 10 years. Now take your new armor, its not much, but its what we made for you" the old man said as he handed Scorpion the armor, but he then pulled out that Katana he had hidden and cuts the armor in half, slaying the old man as well. The town gasps as the old man falles to his knees, his skull bleeding in a straight line down his face, his whole body then splits in half. More gasps and crying can be heard, also some vommiting is seen. "pathetic old man..." Scorpion said as he walked out of the village. "what has happened to him" says one villager. Haze and Drac turned there heads in sickness, barfing actually from the spilled entrails. wiping there faces afterwards, running back to there home, going into their room, crying vigorously for both because he is gone and because Scorpion killed the old man.
Chapter 2
- * * About two more years after Scorpoin left the village, everyone forgot about him, not wanting to think about him anyways. Then at the same day a curious smoke hovered in from the mountain range, covering the area for about a radius of 70 miles. the people were worried about this fog. A villager asked the Village Elder, a Old Bird with grey feathers, if he knew anything about this fog. "Elder, do you know whats causing this fog?" said the villager. "No... i do not know the source of this fog..." just before he could finish another villager ran in, "Elder come quick, you have to see this!" he said. The two villagers and the Elder run outside. Just as they did a large floating Citadel hovered over the village, moving past it, the bottom of it protruding the vile smog, hovering a few miles out then crashing into the ground, sinking itself into the earth, creating a big wave of dust that blasts over the village, knocking some people off their feet. Screeches and Howls can be hear from the Citadel, a large marroon colored wave of monsters rush at the village. Seeing this the elder dropped his cane, rushing out to them, standing there, he shouts a few words, then a wall of energy bursts up and flies towards the Monsters, destroying them all in a massive attack, but it was very draining for this old man, th wave only making it to the entrance of the Citadel before stopping and dispursing, then a lone monster comes out of nowhere and stabbing him in the stomach, screaching its laugh as it watches the elder fall to his feet, blood spilling from him. the kobold twists and removes his blade and starts to walk back, still laughing vilely. just as he turns tho a dagger flys at him and rams itself into the back of its hea, the blade having so much force it bursts half of the kobold's head off, it falling to its knees, before falling to its side. Laying there dead. The Villagers cry and mourn the death of the Elder for the rest of there lives. The next few days though a new elder was chosen, a war hero actually. "Villagers! We need protection from this new threat. I prclaim that we build a Barracks, where strong warriors will be trained for the defence of our Village!" the Village Elder Yells. It takes the villagers a few years to complete it, but its finished, having three divisions to it, the Red Dragoons, the Blue Dragoons, and the Golden Dragons. The Golden Dragons the highest Division. Containg all the top ranking officers and generals. Jason and micale where old enough to join about 3 years after the buildings were completed, so they took the oppertunity for some action in there lives. "Hey Drac, you comming or what?" said Haze, running to the base. "Yea yea im comming." Drac said, lagging alittle bit behind. "Hey guys, old enough now huh" said tom, the recruiter. "Yea Tom, this is gonna be awesome, joining the war troops, all that cool fighting, gonna be great!' Haze said, very egar to join up, "Haze, the war troops isnt all fun and games, we could get seriously hurt, or even killed" Drac said, "I know that, but it will be so fun to fight!" haze replied. They filled out thier sheets, handing them to tom, he standing up, slamming his paw on the table, startling both of them, his nice emotions going away, letting out his meaner side" so... you wanna be army guys do ya? well... you need to be strong, intellegent, cautious, quickthinking, and alot of other things to, are you willing you give up half your life or maybe all of it to serve us?", Haze and Drac got into attention "Sir yes sir!" they both said. "Well then, follw me men" To, said with a warm smile, leading them into a building annexing the Red Dragoons building. inside was a few cages filled with screaming and moaning Kobolds, and a magically enhanced glass building, with a few bloodstains. "Now, you two will be needing these for what your gonna do now." Tom turns around, taking a few old longswords, handing them to Drac and Haze, turning again, taking some chestplates and greaves, handing them to them, Haze denying the armor, "Nah, no armor for me, im much to fast to be held back by armor." Tom smiled, nodding and setting the armor back, Drac however putting on his Chestplate and Greaves. "OK, you two go into that room please." Tom said, the two nodding and walking over, opening the door, shutting it behind them, Tom walking over and locking it up, looking around, it fairly humid and warm in there, like a Greenhouse. "OK, this will be a test to see your teamwork and overall swordsman skills, a reminder, do NOT use any magics, that test will come later, remember, NO MAGIC!" tom said, a buzzer going off, a large portion of the floor opening, about 15 kobols lifting up, they about four feet tal, loincloths, forked tails, kind of maroon colored bodys, like alittle versions (if you believe, if not this is just a example) of Satan. they immediatly rushing at the two brothers, they backing up alittle, looking at eachother with a grin. "ill take the ugly one." Said Drac, using his usual corny lines. Haze chuckling slightly, running already ahead of Drac by killing one kobold already, starting off one of his little attacks, slashing diagonally downwards to the right, then the same to the left, spinning around, doing the same diagonal slahs downwards to the left three times before a complete 360 degree spin slash then stabbing his sword into a kobold, swinging the sword behind him over his head, smaching The Kobold's head in the ground, then a front kick, all in all, killing about 9 kobolds that rushed at him. Drac starting a few seconds after, turning the blade around, using it almost like a dagger, usuing mostly Martail arts and a few Ninjitsu blade attacks, jumping and vaulting around alittle, mainly using quick or instant kill techniques to kill the rest, landing next to Haze when he finishes, lots of blood stained the windows, but disitigrating away after a few moments from the Magically enhanced windows, the door unlocking and they are motioned out by Tom. "good work you two, especially you Haze very nice work, and you did good to Drac, tho i see not all that good with open area combat with swords, but maybe you will do better in Magic test.