This story is a Lord of The Rings, Dark Knight, Vandread, Gensomaden
Saiyuki, Final Fantasy 9 and Chrono Cross influence. And this story happens
in the 16th century in another world. So, don't say I didn't warn ya!
War of Rigel
Chapter 1 - Aresia
The sun crawled slowly out of her hiding place, peeping behind the blue ocean. The morning veils, which are lifted as the sun rises high, hid the beautiful country of Aresia. The country is the first to greet morning for it is situated at the eastern part of Southern Continent. The streets were still empty and, crickets' chirps and cock's crow only broke the silence. Even the alarm didn't wake up the men of Aresia. As a matter of fact, all of the citizens are men. Not a woman at sight. But how can the population grow when there are not any women to give birth for? Well, Aresians are neither men who ran away from their wives nor boys escaping from families. They are given birth by plants and water. Situated on a bluff, Aresia is also surrounded by a dense forest. With the variety of trees, all sorts of genus are born. Lakes and ponds are everywhere near the plantation land and behind their homes. They produced eggs, which will be hatched after nine months. Anyone who finds the hatchlings will be given the responsibility to be their 'father'. The hatchlings will be given the name of the lake or plant as their surnames. In the north, there stood a single passive volcano, which is forbidden to the men.
The sun is rising timidly, while the men were still in their slumber. The silence was only broken by the chirps, the cock's crow and the rustling of leaves.
Rustling of leaves?!
The feeble young trees swayed and the leaves shook in the forest from one spot to another. The dry leaves on the ground crunched along with the twigs by four pairs of running feet. What is going on? The Aresians are still asleep. Are they intruders?
The branches shook as some feet touched them and landed back onto the earth. The noise increased when several paws joined in. Several Woyenas (wolf+hyena) surrounded the quartet. But they were in no danger. They were armed with swords and shields. In just one minute, the foursome had chased the wild beasts away with their battle skills, leaving them selves panting and gasping for air. "I'm tired!" moaned one of them. His long brown hair was all over his wet face, and his glasses were lopsided. He leaned against a tree and clutched his heart.
"Stay on your guards, Aresians", said another one with short red hair. He had a friendly, yet stern look on his face. He was build quite muscular and he seems to be the eldest of the four. "You'll never know what is coming next".
"I know," said another. He was the shortest, and plump. He brushed his seaweed-like yellow hair from his small ocean blue eyes. "But we could at least have a gulp of water".
The fourth, although very tired, pretended not to be. He kept his chest up trying to breathe slowly. He wiped his arrogant looking face, which was hidden behind his hay-like hair.
"Oh, come on, Raphul!" said the plump one stating his friends name. He understood Raphul's behavior quite well. "Just to refresh ourselves. It is not a sin. Jaron?".
"Fine, Marlo," said Jaron, the eldest as Raphul nodded in agreement. They all took out their water bottles and drank the liquid, satisfied. Next, they splashed each other with the remaining water till the bottles are almost vacant.
Soon, a pack of Woyenas emerged again as though plotting their revenge. There were more of them than before. And a few hungry eagles accompanied them. The Aresians put their bottles away and took out their sheathed sword. Jaron had told them not to draw them out; they weren't going to kill any creatures.
"Let's do our Fleeing Attacks! Frank, stop whining!" Jaron ordered, addressing the glasses boy. The others heeded him and ran away from the venue. The creatures followed them madly. Fleeing Attacks are done when enemies chase you. You attack the enemies while you are running. The men whacked the angry beasts with their weapons and dodged swooping eagles as their legs do their quick paces. But they couldn't run anymore when the Woyenas surrounded them.
"Why do I have to do this?" Frank moaned as he wiped the sweat off his face with his sleeve. "We have graduated and we still have to do THIS?"
"I take this as an entertainment," said Raphul coolly, with a smirk. He whacked violently at a Woyena that was about to attack him, "What else can be better?"
"Go to bed!!!" Marlo shouted, or rather answered as he knocked the head of another Woyena, which fainted. He then chuckled happily. The pack was decreasing; some were knocked out, others were frightened. Jaron, the expert, swung his covered sword to an eagle, which was hit and was thrown off into the sky.
"Jaron, you don't need to teach a bird how to fly," Marlo joked. All of the Woyenas were gone by then.
"Like a crab teaching its child to walk straight?" Jaron chuckled, "I don't even know how to fly!"
"Look!" Frank said excitedly, "The Army School Training Field! Let's go there!"
"Yeah!" agreed Marlo. He and Frank ran towards the field like little boys.
"Hey!" Jaron called out, "Be on you guard, soldiers!"
They didn't listen but Raphul did. Suddenly, an armoured figure appeared in front of them holding a sword, his head covered by a helmet and a visor.
"Yikes!" "Aargh!"
"Halt!" said the armoured man after the two men collapsed. "Who goes there?"
"L-l-look, we're g-graduated soldiers!" Frank stammered.
"Prove it!" his voiced boomed inside the helmet.
"Alright, Aresians," said Jaron smirking. He drew out his sword from the scabbard signaling the younger ones to do so. "Let's show him what we're made of!"
The men took out their sword and got prepared to fight the armoured man. Frank nervously attacked first but was kicked by him at the face. Frank collapsed, buried his face in his hands, moaning. Jaron slashed at the armoured man trying to break his shield. But the man blocked the attack with his sword. Jaron jumped backwards. At the same time, Marlo and Raphul came charging together. It was quite a long fight. The armoured man was a tough opponent. The Aresians attacked endlessly except for Frank, who was moaning at his broken nose. Marlo and Raphul jumped a few feet away from the man, leaving Jaron alone to fight him. Raphul whispered to Marlo something. Marlo nodded. Jaron was pushed. He almost fell onto the ground. But he was strong. He stayed on his weakened feet. At once, Marlo charged at the man from behind and he hit his helmet hard. The loud bang surprised the armoured man that he did not notice Raphul about to strike him. Raphul's knocked cracked the sturdy helmet. It broke into pieces.
"General Turnip!?" Jaron exclaimed when he saw the man's face. He was almost bald and had a shaggy black beard on his face.
"My head." Turnip groaned, "Yes, you are graduates alright!"
"It was a good fight, general", Jaron saluted, followed by Marlo and Raphul. Frank was cupping his nose with his hands still on the ground. Turnip turned to him.
"I don't know about this one", he said looking at Frank, "Are you sure you are graduated?"
Jaron shook his head with his arms askew. He felt ashamed of himself because of his 'son'. He found Frank at Deep Lake. Thus, he called him Frank Deep and was responsible as his guardian. Raphul Carrot and Marlo Glenn was someone else's sons but Jaron decided to take care of them because they were considered 'orphans'. Most Aresians only wanted only one son, but Captain Jaron Ash doesn't mind having three of sons. They went to the school and rested there. Frank had put a plaster on his nose. The cadets begin to start their turning that morning. Frank, Marlo and Raphul headed back home while Jaron stayed at the school. He was one of the teachers there. They collapsed onto their beds as soon as they got home and slept.
-End of Chapter 1-
A/N: This may suck but it's just the beginning. I finally started this story and finished writing this chapter!! And please guess which are the protagonists. Not all four of them are the main characters. Next chapter; 'Stranger at the Tavern'. This story will include pirates too.
War of Rigel
Chapter 1 - Aresia
The sun crawled slowly out of her hiding place, peeping behind the blue ocean. The morning veils, which are lifted as the sun rises high, hid the beautiful country of Aresia. The country is the first to greet morning for it is situated at the eastern part of Southern Continent. The streets were still empty and, crickets' chirps and cock's crow only broke the silence. Even the alarm didn't wake up the men of Aresia. As a matter of fact, all of the citizens are men. Not a woman at sight. But how can the population grow when there are not any women to give birth for? Well, Aresians are neither men who ran away from their wives nor boys escaping from families. They are given birth by plants and water. Situated on a bluff, Aresia is also surrounded by a dense forest. With the variety of trees, all sorts of genus are born. Lakes and ponds are everywhere near the plantation land and behind their homes. They produced eggs, which will be hatched after nine months. Anyone who finds the hatchlings will be given the responsibility to be their 'father'. The hatchlings will be given the name of the lake or plant as their surnames. In the north, there stood a single passive volcano, which is forbidden to the men.
The sun is rising timidly, while the men were still in their slumber. The silence was only broken by the chirps, the cock's crow and the rustling of leaves.
Rustling of leaves?!
The feeble young trees swayed and the leaves shook in the forest from one spot to another. The dry leaves on the ground crunched along with the twigs by four pairs of running feet. What is going on? The Aresians are still asleep. Are they intruders?
The branches shook as some feet touched them and landed back onto the earth. The noise increased when several paws joined in. Several Woyenas (wolf+hyena) surrounded the quartet. But they were in no danger. They were armed with swords and shields. In just one minute, the foursome had chased the wild beasts away with their battle skills, leaving them selves panting and gasping for air. "I'm tired!" moaned one of them. His long brown hair was all over his wet face, and his glasses were lopsided. He leaned against a tree and clutched his heart.
"Stay on your guards, Aresians", said another one with short red hair. He had a friendly, yet stern look on his face. He was build quite muscular and he seems to be the eldest of the four. "You'll never know what is coming next".
"I know," said another. He was the shortest, and plump. He brushed his seaweed-like yellow hair from his small ocean blue eyes. "But we could at least have a gulp of water".
The fourth, although very tired, pretended not to be. He kept his chest up trying to breathe slowly. He wiped his arrogant looking face, which was hidden behind his hay-like hair.
"Oh, come on, Raphul!" said the plump one stating his friends name. He understood Raphul's behavior quite well. "Just to refresh ourselves. It is not a sin. Jaron?".
"Fine, Marlo," said Jaron, the eldest as Raphul nodded in agreement. They all took out their water bottles and drank the liquid, satisfied. Next, they splashed each other with the remaining water till the bottles are almost vacant.
Soon, a pack of Woyenas emerged again as though plotting their revenge. There were more of them than before. And a few hungry eagles accompanied them. The Aresians put their bottles away and took out their sheathed sword. Jaron had told them not to draw them out; they weren't going to kill any creatures.
"Let's do our Fleeing Attacks! Frank, stop whining!" Jaron ordered, addressing the glasses boy. The others heeded him and ran away from the venue. The creatures followed them madly. Fleeing Attacks are done when enemies chase you. You attack the enemies while you are running. The men whacked the angry beasts with their weapons and dodged swooping eagles as their legs do their quick paces. But they couldn't run anymore when the Woyenas surrounded them.
"Why do I have to do this?" Frank moaned as he wiped the sweat off his face with his sleeve. "We have graduated and we still have to do THIS?"
"I take this as an entertainment," said Raphul coolly, with a smirk. He whacked violently at a Woyena that was about to attack him, "What else can be better?"
"Go to bed!!!" Marlo shouted, or rather answered as he knocked the head of another Woyena, which fainted. He then chuckled happily. The pack was decreasing; some were knocked out, others were frightened. Jaron, the expert, swung his covered sword to an eagle, which was hit and was thrown off into the sky.
"Jaron, you don't need to teach a bird how to fly," Marlo joked. All of the Woyenas were gone by then.
"Like a crab teaching its child to walk straight?" Jaron chuckled, "I don't even know how to fly!"
"Look!" Frank said excitedly, "The Army School Training Field! Let's go there!"
"Yeah!" agreed Marlo. He and Frank ran towards the field like little boys.
"Hey!" Jaron called out, "Be on you guard, soldiers!"
They didn't listen but Raphul did. Suddenly, an armoured figure appeared in front of them holding a sword, his head covered by a helmet and a visor.
"Yikes!" "Aargh!"
"Halt!" said the armoured man after the two men collapsed. "Who goes there?"
"L-l-look, we're g-graduated soldiers!" Frank stammered.
"Prove it!" his voiced boomed inside the helmet.
"Alright, Aresians," said Jaron smirking. He drew out his sword from the scabbard signaling the younger ones to do so. "Let's show him what we're made of!"
The men took out their sword and got prepared to fight the armoured man. Frank nervously attacked first but was kicked by him at the face. Frank collapsed, buried his face in his hands, moaning. Jaron slashed at the armoured man trying to break his shield. But the man blocked the attack with his sword. Jaron jumped backwards. At the same time, Marlo and Raphul came charging together. It was quite a long fight. The armoured man was a tough opponent. The Aresians attacked endlessly except for Frank, who was moaning at his broken nose. Marlo and Raphul jumped a few feet away from the man, leaving Jaron alone to fight him. Raphul whispered to Marlo something. Marlo nodded. Jaron was pushed. He almost fell onto the ground. But he was strong. He stayed on his weakened feet. At once, Marlo charged at the man from behind and he hit his helmet hard. The loud bang surprised the armoured man that he did not notice Raphul about to strike him. Raphul's knocked cracked the sturdy helmet. It broke into pieces.
"General Turnip!?" Jaron exclaimed when he saw the man's face. He was almost bald and had a shaggy black beard on his face.
"My head." Turnip groaned, "Yes, you are graduates alright!"
"It was a good fight, general", Jaron saluted, followed by Marlo and Raphul. Frank was cupping his nose with his hands still on the ground. Turnip turned to him.
"I don't know about this one", he said looking at Frank, "Are you sure you are graduated?"
Jaron shook his head with his arms askew. He felt ashamed of himself because of his 'son'. He found Frank at Deep Lake. Thus, he called him Frank Deep and was responsible as his guardian. Raphul Carrot and Marlo Glenn was someone else's sons but Jaron decided to take care of them because they were considered 'orphans'. Most Aresians only wanted only one son, but Captain Jaron Ash doesn't mind having three of sons. They went to the school and rested there. Frank had put a plaster on his nose. The cadets begin to start their turning that morning. Frank, Marlo and Raphul headed back home while Jaron stayed at the school. He was one of the teachers there. They collapsed onto their beds as soon as they got home and slept.
-End of Chapter 1-
A/N: This may suck but it's just the beginning. I finally started this story and finished writing this chapter!! And please guess which are the protagonists. Not all four of them are the main characters. Next chapter; 'Stranger at the Tavern'. This story will include pirates too.