The Legend of Dragoon

Sophia rubbed her eyes and said "yes," Sophia lit a candle, " i have been having this mightmare since i came back." she whispered.

 

"I just can't shake the feeling that the dream had some truth to it....."

"What are you going to do?"

"I guess I should prepare the keldon for war.....I don't know if I'm cut out to be a king."

"Don't say that.....You can't lose faith in yourself."

 

"What is it about?" he asked.

 

"my father's death, and every time he turns to me and whispers it's your turn, and then i wake up i feel his pressence." Sophia whispered.

Somewhere in the mists of the night:

"come." a man hissed, creatures looked up to him; twisted demonic creatures as if they were created by the devil himself. The man laughed, demonic creatures were like his brothers to him, "its nearly time." he hissed.

 

"I'm sure it's just a dream." he said.

 

"i know it is, but the bit where he turns to me and says that, i keep on getting that feeling." Sophia sighed and hugged cliff.

 

He hugged her back and said "I'm sure it's nothing."

 

"What to do........I don't know if my dream was a vision, or just a nightmare, but I can't just discard it. I must prepare my people for the worst......" Michael muttered to himself.

"Talking to yourself, are you? That's unlike you, Michael."

"It's nothing. Just leave me alone....."

"Fine, whatever...."

 

Sophia got up, "i'm going on a walk." a changed into her traveling dress and walked out of the inn.

 

Michael walked outside and flew onto the roof of the inn. He needed some time to gather his thoughts.

"Why can't I get this dream out of my head?"

 

"May I come with you?" he asked, getting up.

 

"if you wish." Sophia answered.

 

He got changed and walked next to her.

 

As Michael sat on the roof, lost in thought, he heard someone jumping on the roof.

He turned to see an assasin with blade drawn slowly approaching him.

"Time to die, Lord Michael!" He shouted as he swung his blade.

Michael deflected the attack easily and moved to counter.

 

OOC: that isn't kretsen's assasin, i hope.
BIC: Sophia took Cliff's warm hand in her cold hand and walked into the dark street.

 

OOC: No, it's not. You are in charge of Kretsen and his minions, remember?

BIC: "Who sent you?"

"As if I would tell you...."

The two men continued to clash blades until Michael caught him off guard. The assasin fell from the roof and Michael impaled his sword in the man as he flew down.

"I hate being in politics....."

 

He held her hand gently and walked with her. "What a lovely night." he said, "It's so peaceful."

 

A guard ran up to Michael.

"My lord, are you alright?"

"Yes, no thanks to you guards......what were you guys doing, playing Scrabble?!"

"I-I'm sorry, my lord."

"Forget it, just get back to your post."

The guard ran off.

 

Sophia nodded, a mist was setting in. Her mind was thinking about Kretsen.

 

"You seem troubled." he said, "What's wrong, still thinking about that feeling?"