Vann’s eye twitched in annoyance as he impatiently crossed his arms, scowling.
“He made a big deal about having to finish the quest tonight…” He muttered to himself, “He said we had to get started quickly. He told us to meet here and not be late-” His teeth gritted, closing his eyes.
“-AND HE’S NOT EVEN HERE!!”
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FABLES of FANTASY: 12
THE DRAGON KING (PRELUDE)
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The people passing by on the stone street glanced nervously at the huffing blue haired teenager. The dragon was sitting on a wood crate next to one of the few stalls still open in the late night. Above the city, the stars flickered in the dark sky and the streets below were lit in the orange glow of torches and lanterns.
“Don’t shout so much, you’re making people nervous.” Blue reprimanded calmly, standing a short distance from Vann.
“Che, how can this not be pissing you off? We’ve been sitting her for a half hour and the bastard’s nowhere to be seen!” Vann scowled.
“I have patience, you should too.”
“Feh.” Vann breathed, and rested his head in his palm, “I just want to get this over with. I hate doing things for that guy.”
“Why?” Blue asked, tilting her head.
“You’ll see…”
“Hey hey, stop making me seem like such a bad guy.” A voice behind them said, causing Vann to jump.
“Yul!” He exclaimed, turning around, “What the hell have you been!?”
Yul cocked his head, his hat shifting, “Sorry I’m late, but I’ve got something to make up for it.” Reaching into his coat, he pulled out Blue’s sword.
“I believe this is yours.” he said, holding blade and sheath to Blue. The hilt protruded from a short scabbard barely a foot long, a small blue tassel hung from the end of the hilt. The swordswoman looked it over for a moment before grasping her weapon and pulling. A white energy spilled out from the inside of the sheath as her enormous blade was pulled from the short scabbard. The metal gleamed from the light of the torches around them, orange and yellow dancing across the shining blade.
“Looks perfect.” Vann commented, tilting his head. Blue nodded, her gaze never leaving her sword sword. After a moment, she closed her eyes and returned the sword to its sheath.
“Thank you.” Blue said to Yul, bowing her head a small bit. Yul shrugged, walking forward.
“No problem.” He said putting his hands in his pockets, “However…” He paused as he passed by the A.I., “It took me a while to figure out how to fix it. It was pretty complicated stuff.” His golden eyes shifted down towards her. His hat cast a shadow over his face, “You have a rather…interesting weapon…”
Blue glanced at the older player, forcing her expression to remain emotionless.
“I-is that so…?” She replied, her gaze meeting Yuls.
This man…Did he discover the programs installed in my sword to combat the Hackers?
Blue blinked when he suddenly broke the eye contact. “Anyway,” Yul yawned, his mood suddenly shifting back to normal, “You should probably find a way to repair it yourself, in case it breaks again. I definitely don’t want to do it again, and I doubt anyone else will.”
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Fables of Fantasy
FantasíaVideo Games have been taken to the next level. DIVE software allows players to be completely immersed in the action. Vann and his friends are top level players of the popular game Final Fable. But when he suddenly finds himself trapped in a dungeon...
