The Legend of Dragoon

Hey....she's going to the place where the meteorite landed... She follows her and sits in a tree hidden by the darkness of her cape, armor, and the shadows.

Now that's very interesting....how many dragoons are there?

Darkness....fire....water...lightning....light....earth....wind........7......you think the pieces represent the number of dragoons?

Yeah...but what is it?.....

 

OOC: you forgot wind

BIC: Michael couldn't go back to sleep, no matter how hard he tried, so he changed back into his armor and went out on to the balcony and played 'Wind's Symphony' on his flute.

 

Oh yeah!....Sorry pal......:D....I changed it....

Well......i wonder how it can be divided so evenly........and...it's hollow on the inside.......reminds me of an egg sort of........I don't like how this is turning out....

 

Sophia didn't feel alone; she stopped and looked around her but she didn't find anything. Sophia heard Michael playing his flute, she listened for a bit then joined in wraping her notes with Michael's.
OOC: sophia isn't that far from the castle. OH yeah, i changed the five equally pieces into seven equally pieces.

 

Michael continued to play for a while, he stopped suddenly, hearing a growling sound.

He laughed. "Guess I'm hungry. Might as well get some breakfast." He said to himself.

He walked to the dining room and sat down.

 

Sophia got up and walked to the meteor, and looked inside it; it was full of black subtance like coal, she touched it felt cold and wet. "urgh," Sophia whined as she wiped her hand onto her sleeve.

 

"Strange, where are the castle servants?" Michael thought as he waited for breakfast.

He got tired of waiting, got up, and went into the kitchen.

"Nobody's here...Oh well, guess it's time to get started on breakfast." he said to himself. Michael never really was comfortable with people waiting on him anyway.

He began to cook.

 

Cliff finally caught up to Sophia. He saw the black stuff and asked "What is that stuff?"

 

"i don't know but look how it has spilt into seven equal pieces." she said to cliff.

 

"One for each dragoon, interesting." he said, thinking.

 

"what do you mean?" she asked.

 

"There are seven peices and there are seven dragoons." he said.

 

"oh," she said then she walks to another piece she touched the inside of it; to felt very wet and watery. "this one feels like water." she said to cliff

 

He went to a different piece and reached inside. "Odd, this feels like earth and soil." he said.

 

"strange what would of been in there?" she asks cliff stepping backwards.

 

"I have no idea." he said, stepping back as well.

 

"lets go and tell the others," she said to cliff.

 

"Right." he said.

 

Michael sat down to eat breakfast. He only made some for himself, since no one else had come to eat. There was no point in making food that was not going to get eaten.

He yawned.

"I wonder where everyone else is..."

He waited, but still nobody showed up.

"Weird, did everyone leave? Oh well, guess I will practice my sword techniques while I wait."

Michael went to the balcony to practice.

 

Huh.......well...if their conversation is right......then......the black one is darkness.......but still.......why....do I get the feeling....of impending doom?

You think the moon-child is mortal now? I find that unlikely.....but this is quite fascinating.....if they're gone why don't we take a look?

.....curiosity killed the cat......but...I can't help being curious....