FallenSanity
Ruby in the Diamonds
Micheal Azreal
~Ice Fields~
Micheal looked back at the guard, who seemed unmoved by any of the actions going on around him. Micheal handed the sword over casually, and as the guard walked off, he heard someone speaking.
"Hey...are you The Dragoon of....Light? I'm Charlotte Moore...Darkness."
Micheal looked over, and girl dressed very minimally for such a cool area. He stood stock still for a moment, wondering what to say exactly.
"I don't really... I don't know."
He looked at the orb, and sighed, as he clenched his hand, lifting it to his forehead.
"I suppose asking the Dragon would be a good idea." He chuckled as he said it, before being taken into the strange mind zone again. The Dragons island was now larger, with small amounts of grass littering the top, and a few noteworthy stones. The Dragon was standing rather limply, it's head not as high as it once was.
"Hello again, Dragon. Tell me something; are you the Dragon of Light?"
The Dragon looked over, blinked, and nodded simply, before letting a large beam of light erupt from it's mouth quickly, as Micheal was pulled away.
The 25 year old looked up, spotting Charlotte still standing awkwardly. Micheal coughed for a moment, before recomposing, straightening his back and crossing his arms. "Yes, I am the Dragoon of the Spirit of the Light Dragon. I'm Micheal Azreal, by the way."
He held out a hand, ready for anything at this point. He wasn't sure if it was his mind or something else, but for some reason, he didn't want to like the Dragoon of Darkness. This may have something to do with an old rivalry, but the chances of him ever knowing are minimal.
~Ice Fields~
Micheal looked back at the guard, who seemed unmoved by any of the actions going on around him. Micheal handed the sword over casually, and as the guard walked off, he heard someone speaking.
"Hey...are you The Dragoon of....Light? I'm Charlotte Moore...Darkness."
Micheal looked over, and girl dressed very minimally for such a cool area. He stood stock still for a moment, wondering what to say exactly.
"I don't really... I don't know."
He looked at the orb, and sighed, as he clenched his hand, lifting it to his forehead.
"I suppose asking the Dragon would be a good idea." He chuckled as he said it, before being taken into the strange mind zone again. The Dragons island was now larger, with small amounts of grass littering the top, and a few noteworthy stones. The Dragon was standing rather limply, it's head not as high as it once was.
"Hello again, Dragon. Tell me something; are you the Dragon of Light?"
The Dragon looked over, blinked, and nodded simply, before letting a large beam of light erupt from it's mouth quickly, as Micheal was pulled away.
The 25 year old looked up, spotting Charlotte still standing awkwardly. Micheal coughed for a moment, before recomposing, straightening his back and crossing his arms. "Yes, I am the Dragoon of the Spirit of the Light Dragon. I'm Micheal Azreal, by the way."
He held out a hand, ready for anything at this point. He wasn't sure if it was his mind or something else, but for some reason, he didn't want to like the Dragoon of Darkness. This may have something to do with an old rivalry, but the chances of him ever knowing are minimal.