Hello everyone! I present to you the first chapter of the new fan fiction! Again I title it simply... no need for captions, right? This is the sequel to the first Fic. I'm on chapter 6 offically at this moment, and this fic isn't coming along as quickly as the first one. Chapters may be few and far between, but I hope you can all still enjoy it!! Here we go!
Breath of Fire VII
Chapter 1: Shepard’s Isle
The sunrise was always the same over Shepard’s Isle, and every day followed with the same routine. It had been this way for as long as Raphael could remember… and that was saying something, he was well over three hundred years old. Despite this fact, his body showed no signs of aging. His face was as firm and fair as it had been on his twentieth birthday… it’d stayed the same for a hundred, two hundred, and soon four hundred years later. His hair was sparkling gold, his eyes a matching shade that glistened as he turned them over to his people.
Flair stood watching him in her usual get-up. A casual dress as was commonly worn by the women of their ancient-but-tiny community… what caught his eye though as it had from day one was the fact she was wearing… boots. Not a cliché pair of women’s boots for fashion, no, those were dirty and rugged old boots worn for battle and the road. He was actually more surprised they weren’t plated with steel, considering how well he knew her.
“…So you’re waiting for him, huh?” The scarlet haired and flame-eyed woman asked with a wry grin. “Yes.” Raphael responded with a frown, “The King must return to us someday… surely he will not forget us.”
Flair gave him a look. “What’s to remember of us, Raph? We’ve been here for… shit, how long have we been here?...” She returned, “…Point is, we’re stuck here for life. I mean unless you wanna tear down the entire village just to build a boat that’ll sink because we have nothing to keep all the wood together with…”
“Relax…” Raph muttered nervously, disliking Flair’s hot temper as those multicolored irises (red and orange as it were) flared furiously in anger with him. “…I will, just give me some time…” She responded with a shake of her head, her shoulders slumping, “I just need to go work-out. I’m running late this morning.”
Raph nodded, but when he opened his mouth to respond she walked off and didn’t give him the chance to speak. Damn, she always did that! When was she going to give him the chance to really talk to her? When was this game going to end?
Noticing Raph’s frustrations, it was only natural that the only black-haired man in town had to come over. His name was Eversor, and he was truly an unsettling sight to behold, wearing always his dark clothing and always keeping his face shadowed by the wide, flat brim of his hat… which he tipped with a leather-gloved hand as he approached, a pale-skinned smile crossing those thin and faded lips as he came to stand before the man he so loved to antagonize.
“…What is it you want today, Eversor?” Raphael asked grimly, eyeing his dark counterpart with a less-than friendly gaze. “To remind you that she feels nothing for you, Raphael.” Eversor responded, resting his hands atop the wickedly formed metal cap atop his slick black cane. His voice was intensely irritating, a calm and sophisticated edge with an odd strength of tone that made his already odd accent rather unnerving. “Wise-ass. I am well aware of that… I look only to tell her how I feel so I can get it off my chest and move on.” Raphael sighed in sadness, “Why must you torment me, dark one? You are alone among us, yet tolerated. Why press your luck?”
“Ah yes, you will soon take your father’s place when he you all finally lay him down with the worms.” Eversor responded, lifting his head to reveal that smooth and old face, those soulless white eyes that always stole Raphael’s blood, “I torment you, to keep up the traditions of our race. So many things have been lost, with all that we have gained here so far from the eyes of the Goddess.”
…Yes. Every man, woman, and child on Shepard’s Isle were of that race. All on Shepard’s Isle were…
Eversor was the one-and-only dark dragon present… one of the so-called children of the tyrant God Draconis. The dark half of the Nameless One, who’s other half was named Ladon and represented the light. Raphael was of the Radiant clan, pure representatives of the Holy Order of Ladon. Flair, she was of the Fire Dragons… the daughter of their current Lord who was named Aestas.
“…I am sick of that tradition. I would restore all others to live in peace with you, Eversor. Please… cease and desist with your candor.” Raphael sighed with a shake of his head, knowing damn good and well that his soft and pure heart would never allow him the coldness of true retribution.
Eversor knew well that simple fact… but he would never stop with this prodding, not even if he knew the end of his life would be the payment. As he had said, he would surely keep alive the tradition… the tradition of hatred and strife between the two halves of the Brood. He had never, however, gone so far as his ancestors had… never had he committed an act of violence against his light-dragon neighbors. Oddly… which was why he was with these people who were supposedly his sworn enemies, he had never agreed with the sentiment of his fellow dark dragons. He had never agreed that they should be destroyed…
Well, except for their God, and his Son.
…Noon came quickly as it always did. Raphael made his way up through the town towards the home of his father, a two-story building of tan brick and blue shutters… a well-kept facility that was meant for worship but never to be considered a church in any form or fashion.
“Raphael, Lord Deus is waiting.” The tall guard standing at the door said with a solemn frown, “He speaks with Lord Aestas at this moment, mind your volume lest you ignite the fire of Aestas’ wrath… none of us want to deal with that.”
A wry grin crossed Raph’s face… this man, his friend Gerard, was of the defender clan and was always full of such well-delivered bits of sarcasm. “He might be here to tell my father he wants Flair and I to be wed,” Raphael offered with a quiet chuckle. Sadly, he knew better than that, as he stepped into the court of his father. He knew better than to think Aestas would ever allow, much less suggest a wedding between them. No matter the implications of power and dignity that would come to his sect in having his daughter wed to the heir apparent of the Order of Ladon, Aestas would never, ever allow his precious princess to wed. His pride… it was far too great for that, the flaw of the fire-dragons.
Deus was an old, old dragon. The top of his head was bald, but from the side of his head in a horseshoe around his cranium it was long and snow-white… a perfect match for that epically long beard that drug the floor whenever he was able to actually move from his seat. Aestas was similar to Deus, but his head was full of deep red hair, and while his beard was massively thick… it wasn’t nearly as long as his Radiant counterpart.
Both men wore solemn frowns, but considering the hard edge that Aestas always wore, he looked to be scowling… something he did so often that it was almost the norm when one saw him. “Greetings.” Raphael said with a low bow and a quiet tone to his voice as he entered the large room at the back of the dwelling, their meeting place as it were. “It’s ok, we were finished speaking.” Deus chuckled with a shake of his head and a sidelong glance at Aestas, who rolled his eyes directly as he rose. “We are discussing the madness you have proposed…” Aestas added as he made his way towards Raphael, “I have, naturally, opposed this idea. We will – not – kill ourselves trying to cross that ocean. We have everything we need here… and always shall.”
Raphael sighed grimly. “With all due respect… those are the words of one who has come to be defeated by hopelessness.” He returned, “There is always hope, Lord Aestas… it is apparent to me now that our King will not come to us.”
“…With all due respect,” Aestas said mockingly, “Those are the words of Eversor.”