Sanctuary Book One: The Dark Kingdom (BoyxBoy Steampunk)

WARNING: BOYxBOY CROSSDRESSING ANGST HOT-PERVERTED-SEXY-SKY-CAPTAINS ;)

YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED

They say if you look up at the sky from the grounds of Waya Forest at dawn, during the peak of summer, the Great Castle of Pan will eclipse half of the sky. It’s smooth white eggstone walls lined with the striking jade from Centrum and laced with majestic gold from the deep mines of Oceanus. It is the most beautiful thing you will every see in your life.

Life however in the Forest of Waya, is otherwise quite uneventful. The people that live there are a peaceful one and live quiet and peaceful lives. They are the grunts of society in the Sky country, and many live by the olden ways of their ancestors.

Still, the people of Waya Forest live happy lives. Undisrupted and calm, just the way they like it. And the few occasional travelers they get are welcomed with full bellies and a warm bed.

It just so happens that the Forest of Waya is also where our story shall take place. In a small village near the heart of the forest, our hero is born and raised and shall soon embark on an adventure that will change the course of every living thing in the world forever.

This is the story of Dakota Uran.

..:::Chapter One:::..

“Dakota! Come play with us! Dakota!”

Splitting headaches are not what people normally like to wake up to, especially on the alleged holiday where sleeping in is a national pass time. Sleeping in, being the exact thing that Dakota Uran wished to be dong at this very moment.

“DAKOTA!”

“Urgh…!” There was a flurry of blankets and sheets as they flew into the air. Dakota sat up in bed in a flash; eyes still slightly crisp and groggy from his rest. He glared over at the window sitting next to him and at the three little heads that seemed to jump up in shock. “What do you brats want…?”

“Ne! Mama! Dakota is being mean again!” Whined the only girl of the trio. Eight-year-old Gabby had a sour look on her face as she glared back at Dakota with as much defiance as his gaze held.

From the house across from Dakota’s a pretty women with red hair hanging up the laundry let out a laugh, “You play nice now Gabby. And leave poor Dakota alone. You know how little time he gets to sleep in.”

“Whatever…” Gabby muttered sticking her tongue out at the boy. “You promised to play with us today!”

“Can I get a little more rest?”

A chorus of “No”(s) erupted from the trio and Dakota collapsed back onto his bed with a groan of resignation. He wondered briefly if he was this excitable and demanding when he was younger.

“Hurry up you lazy butt!” Gabby demanded. “We’re going to go play Titan Jump by the creek! If you don’t hurry, we’ll defiantly take all the rocks for ourselves! You’ll lose!”

Dakota chuckled dryly, “Careful, you almost sound as if you care about me Gabby.”

The girl stuck her tongue out at him and ran off with the two other little boys in tow. They ran off towards the forest pass and soon disappeared past the brush.

“Sanctum they’re driving me insane…” the boy muttered. Flipping the covers aside Dakota grabbed his long black socks and slid them over his feet and legs. The soft cotton of the socks reached until they wrapped snuggly around the base of his knees, and dark color contrasting with his pale skin.

After slipping into his boots, Dakota secured them by tightening the straps and heading for his drawer. The majority of his clothes were already dawned, including his shorts and his white, long-sleeved, shirt. All he needed now was his jacket and he’d be ready to go out and be slaves to those brats for the rest of the day.