Dragons of the Apocalypse - An Achievement Hunter and Ray Narvaez Jr. Fanfiction

Chapter XIII: The Gang's all here

Ryan could sense that something was going to happen soon. He couldn’t explain how he knew, he just…knew. He wondered what was going to happen, hoping that he was going to meet up with his fellow vessels. He had been traveling for weeks without any sign of them, and the apocalypse was obviously beginning to set in, as Ryan had crossed many a great fissure in the earth, and battled more demons and evil creatures than he could count.

Ryan was crossing a treacherous cliff when he could feel heat against his back. He turned his head as much as possible, watching unamused as more demons scrambled up from Hell to come attempt to stop him. He clambered up on to a safe spot on the steep crag before unlatching his staff from his belt, the orb atop it turning a deep smoky grey. He pointed it toward the about half a dozen monsters that were quick to attempt to get to him, already on a platform just below where he stood.

Ryan fired a beam of grey light from his weapon of choice, said light hitting the rock where the creatures stood frantically trying to scramble up the hill. They were swiftly caught by undead skeletal hands that rose from the ground, grasping their legs tightly.

Ryan observed the sight for a moment, an evil smile playing at his lips as the demons struggled in vain, until with a flick of his wrist the hands began to literally tear the monsters limb from limb, carelessly flicking the dismembered body parts about the precipice. Ryan smiled gleefully at the cold hearted murder he had caused, though he quickly left the hands to finish the job. If the map he had obtained was right, he was only a few dozen more miles from Mount Coronor, and he was dedicated to save the world at this point, even if he didn’t, unfortunately, get to manipulate the vessels he was supposed to have travelled with.

That night though, Ryan got his wish.

It was dark, maybe even darker than nights past, if that was possible, and Ryan had decided to set up camp in a swamp, finding an oddly dry piece of land. He was actively staring into the fire, thinking perhaps of that odd feeling of darkness that was known to creep over his heart. Whatever it was though, Ryan was quickly thrown from his thoughts of it, as he could just barely hear multiple sets of footsteps coming in his direction. Then there was some kind of squawk or shout, and Ryan’s head shot up from its tilted position where he had been listening intently to the strange footfalls. Then there were more voices, each entirely different than the next, and Ryan’s hand instantly shot to his belt, running over the grooves of the grip of his staff. He listened more closely, the voices closer now, picking up what distinctly sounded like: “I can’t believe you got your foot stuck in the mud, Gavin!”

Ryan took an offensive stance, his staff glowing grey in the dark night and pointed in the direction of all the noise. Soon he could see figures emerging from the dense trees on the outskirts of the forest, getting fairly close then stopping, seeming to see Ryan silhouetted by the moon, fire, or even his own staff.

Then he had jumped back in a dodge, fire erupting where his feet had just been, and Ryan found himself rushing forward, agilely evading fire and water balls, as well as arrows. He was nearly upon the group of what looked like five draconians, but then he was forced to halt. Ryan looked at his ankles, which were being held tightly be some kind of vines, his wrists bound by the same measures. He struggled in vain, eyes glaring at the five in front of him, before one stepped forward.

The draconian lit a lighter, the flame illuminating his face, and Ryan could see now the dark green pupiless eyes he possessed. A glance at the four others told him that they also had pupiless eyes, though the color varied between each one.

Ryan stopped struggling, and looked into the eyes of the one who he was being confronted by. He waited for something, anything to happen, as he hung bound by vines on his legs and arms.

“Hello.”

Ryan smirked before a sly grin spread across his face.

“Hi.”

And then the six draconians of legend were finally all acquainted, their powers finally existing in harmony so they could stop the destruction that was foretold.