You know what, I think that you should get a treat for reviewing the fan-fic. I won't release this on FF.net, but I will release it here. A GoF exclusive.
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Chapter 15: An Attack The children were walking home, discussing the day's events. They felt a little sore after the Rimgar, but it seemed to make them stronger than they were in the morning. They felt like they could run faster, noticeably faster than before. They tried to remember what the history of the land of Alagaesia was like, and the postures for swordfighting. However, nothing was more on their mind than Vylon's question. “Why are sharpteeth feared?”
“I don't know. They are scary to us.” Cera said.
“That's right. It is, it is.” Ducky replied
“I don't think that was what he wanted, though. I mean, he might have wanted to know why they scare us.” Littlefoot said.
“Me think so, too. He say he want explanation, but me can't explain why fast-biters scary.” Petrie said.
The discussion became heated quickly. Littlefoot kept on saying that they had to look beyond what they thought and look deeper into their way of life. Cera, on the other hand, was persistent in saying that all he wanted was that fast-biters are scary. Ducky sided with Cera, while Petrie sided with Littlefoot. After a while, they decided to just play around instead of argue on they had to think about.
The general consensus was tag, so to make things fair, Littlefoot was the one to be it first. He gave the rest of his friends a little time to scatter, then he began chasing after Cera. He wanted to be as fair as he could. Chasing Ducky would have been too easy. Cera quickly noticed that Littlefoot was on her tail, so she began running in a complicated weaving pattern. At every turn, she tried to throw Littlefoot off her tail, but he was very persistent. He kept on following her. She just couldn't shake him.
Suddenly, she had an idea. She thought that she could turn around, then run right past Littlefoot without him ever touching her. So, when she stopped, Littlefoot thought she was up to something. She began charging at Littlefoot, and Littlefoot realized this would be a great time to tag her. He reached hit tail to where she would be, and when she ran past, he tapped her with his tail and exlcaimed, “Tag! You're it!”
She turned around, and she decided to find someone else to tag instead of Littlefoot. She tried to find Petrie, but she realized that she wouldn't be able to reach him. Instead, she began searching for Spike, but he was quite elusive for his size. However, she was diligent. Soon she found Spike, and gave chase. Spike, however, was quick to hide again. Cera kept on trying to find Spike, but once she did, hid again.
An idea hit her. She could search for Petrie, Ducky, and Spike with her mind. She looked for Spike first, and she saw exactly where he was. Since he was the first person she noticed, she decided to go for him. However, instead of actually going for him directly, she tried to sneak up. She was successfully able to reach his hiding spot without being noticed, and she confidently went, “Tag! You're it, Spike!”
The game continued like this. Soon, everyone was using their mind to find targets. It almost took the fun out of it. After about ten rounds, they decided to stop playing and walk around the Great Valley. They went past the caves that they adventured in when they found Chomper's egg. As they went past, there was movement in the shadows. A fast-biter looked out of the cave, and saw the children. He thought that they would be an easy meal, so he called out to the rest of the pack. There were about ten fast-biters in the pack. They decided to go now, while the children were alone.
The fast-biters ran out of the cave and into the nearest grove of trees for protection and camoflauge. They hid in the trees, sneaking closer and closer to the unsuspecting children. They decided to pounce, and came rushing out of the forest. The children saw the fast-biters, screamed out in fear, and began running. The fast-biters were fast, though. They were close to the children when the leading fast-biter flew back. Where the fast-biter was only a moment ago was Vylon, his fist extended.
“Don't worry. I'll take care of these.” He told his pupils. Suddenly, he vanished, only to appear behind the next fast-biter in line. He grabbed the fast-biter by the neck, spun around, and threw it at another fast-biter. He suddenly stopped moving. In a flash, all the fast-biter were taken out. In that flash, it appeared that Vylon was beating each of the fast-biter at the same time.
The parents arrived shortly after Vylon finished the last of the pack.
“What happened here? We heard the children screaming, and rushed over here.” Grandpa Longneck asked.
“I took care of them. They aren't a threat anymore. Apparently, I also heard the children screaming, and ran over here as quickly as I could. It was very easy. The first one was punched back. The second one was thrown into the third one. The rest were taken out with my light step.” Vylon explained.
“Well, thank you for protecting our children, Vylon.” Grandma Longneck said.
“Don't mention it. Your children are the key to a peaceful future in Alagaesia. I can't let our one hope for overthrowing the king die that easily.”
As the parents left, the gang was amazed by how easily Vylon defeated the fast-biters. “Are you sure you want to know? You'll have to be able to use magic to be able to do it, and it won't be like casting ususal spells. It took me a few years to develop that technique.”
“Yes!” the gang said in unison, with noticeable impatience.
“Very well. I focus agic to the area directly below my feet. This allows me to move at amazingly fast speeds. With enough skill, I could have taken out the entire pack in one light step. However, as of now, I'm tired, so I can't reach my full potential. I had to take out a few before I could finish the rest off.” Vylon replied. “If you are one of those Dragon Riders that is proficient in magic, I'll show you how to do it.”
“How many Riders usually can use magic?” Cera asked.
“Maybe about one in five Riders can use magic. That means that probably only one of you can use magic. I might be wrong, though. Now, you should get home. Look at the sky. It's already dark.” Vylon said, getting them to their nests.
Vylon decided to go back to his hut. He decided to walk and admire the scenery of the Valley. It marvelled him that such a place could exist. But, then again, he lived in Ellesmera in Du Weldenvarden for most of his non-Dragon Rider life.
“Argana. I'm back! Where are the hatchlings?” he called out using his mind.
“They are currently sleeping in your bed. They are quite comfortable there, you know.” She replied.
“And you?”
“I'm just flying around. Where are you?”
“I'm right at the hut. Can you fly into the second floor? I don't want to disturb the hatchlings.”
“Sure. I'll sleep there with you for tonight.”
As Vylon climbed the stairs to his study, he marvelled at how much his life has changed ever since Argana hatched for him.
He became a Dragon Rider, the only one with two gedw”y ignasia; one on each palm. He was also the only Rider to master the dual-sword style of swordsmanship. For that matter, he was the only Rider to bear two swords. Now he has defied reality and travelled back in time, and is teaching five Riders simultaneously.
He saw Argana fly through the opening. She was large enough to shelter him with her wing, so he sat down, rested his head on her side, and fell asleep as her wing descended.
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Vylon felt the presence of Ducky first. She was a while away, so he had enough time to do his daily ablusions before meeting the children outside. He entered the chamber that he said was for washing his clothes. He turned on the taps, and rested in the warm water in the depression in the wood. He got out, and took one of the towels that he had. He climbed the stairs and picked out his clothes for the day. He put them on, then woke up Argana and the hatchlings. Argana flew up to the third floor, and helped carry three of the hatchlings down. Vylon took the pink and purple hatchlings and carried them down the stairs on his shoulder.
He walked out the door with enough time to spare waiting for his students. They arrived at around the time they had to. Vylon let them have a little fun with their hatchlings and share thoughts. Then, he transformed the pupils into elves. He helped them perform the Rimgar this morning. Each pose that they had difficulty with, he helped them by giving them step-by-step instructions on how to enter the poses. At the conclusion of the day's Rimgar practice, Vylon said, “Good job. You currently have achieved the first third of the first of four levels of the Rimgar. Just letting you know, it gets tougher from here on out.”
He then fetched them their wooden swords, and they began a sparring match. Vylon, wielding two wooden swords, proved to be on a totally different level in terms of skill, speed, and strength than his students. Even though there were five of them and only one of him, he was able to fend off every attack they threw at him while excecuting an offensive that wasn't strong or fast enough to get past the gang's defenses, but it tested them physically. Vylon decided that they have had enough practice for the day.
“I think that we've done enough of the physical aspect of being a Rider for today. I'll give you until lunch to relax or work on the logic problem I gave you yesterday.
When Vylon said that they could work on the logic problem, the debate that started yesterday began again. Cera was still firm that Vylon wanted just a straightfoward answer, and Littlefoot wanted to give a more thought-out answer with a deeper meaning. Spike, on the other hand, decided to ask Vylon what he wanted the answer to be like. Vylon responded, “Good! You're thinking logically. Instead of talking amongst yourselves, you decided to ask me for help since I know what you want to know, I am a useful source of information. Well, Cera is going in the wrong direction on this problem. Littlefoot, on the other hand, has got the idea, but needs to implement it.”
“Thank you, Vylon.”
“Um, about what to call me. I don't want to interrupt your heated discussion, but I think I must let you know one thing. When you are talking to me, please refer to me as Master Vylon or Master. This only applies to when I'm training you. When I'm not training you, I”m not technically your master, so you don't need to be so formal.” Vylon said.
“Now, I know you four were having an intense conversation, but I would say that it is lunchtime, don't you?” Vylon asked.
“Sure. Let's eat!” the group said in unison.
They entered Vylon's house again, and this time, he pulled out a fruit salad as a meal. While eating, Spike asked Vylon, “How do you get these plants? Did you bring them with you, or did you grow them? If you grew them, how?”
“I sing to the tree. It bears the fruit I need, and grows it. That is where I get my food.” Vylon replied. “Well, I think that we should get back to history.”
They walked back to the cave, where Vylon began explaining what happened after Isidar Mithrim was built, how the elves arrived, then he stopped. “I apologize, but I don't like this historical event. It was too great a war and it never should have happened. However, I must cover it. It is known as Du Fyrn Skulblaka, or the elves' war with the dragons.” He said,and found it hard to continue the lesson. “Apparently, I can't say anymore on Du Fyrn Skulblaka today. We'll wrap this lesson up and proceed to something I didn't show you yesterday. Follow me.” He began to move to the main chamber, and walked out the front door. Outside, he went to the area where they normally performed the Rimgar. There were these large bowls.
“Fill these bowls with water. That is all I have to say. If you work at it and you'll succeed. If you give up then get out of my sight.” Vylon said. The gang decided to use the water jugs that came with the bowl. They went to the Thundering Falls to get water, then poured it into the bowl. The water drained ouf of the bowl. All Vylon did was smile. They kept trying and trying, but it was fruitless as the water drained out of the bowls. The gang was getting frustrated. This made Vylon happy, and he smiled even more.
“Why are you happy? You've given us an impossible task.” Cera shouted at him.
“Relax, relax. All will become clear to you.” Vylon replied in a cool manner.
Ducky was feeling extremely frustrated. She was given an impossible task, and her teacher was not willing to tell her why. The thing that frustrated her most, however, was the bowl itself, and how it would always empty itself. She thought of water. Suddenly, she feels a little dent in her mind. It seemed to be a part of her, but not like the rest of her. She reached for this, but it was blocked by a barrier. She drove into the barrier, and energy coarsed through her body. As this happened, she thought of one word.
“Adurna.” She said, and suddenly, her bowl began to fill with water. This time, however, the water didn't leak out. Soon the bowl was filled to the brim with water. Vylon was dumbfounded.
“Amazing. I thought that this was impossible to complete on the first day. It took me two weeks before I could accomplish this task.” He said.
“This task is possible? How?” Littlefoot asked.
“The answer is magic. This is how Riders were taught how to use magic. The truth is, I lied about Dragon Riders and magic. All Riders can use magic. So this was to release your magical self. This is a way that makes Riders more powerful magic users than normal magicians.” Vylon said.
“I think that we've spent enough time training for today. Why don't you head home for the day?” he said.
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“Don't worry. I'll take care of these.” He told his pupils. Suddenly, he vanished, only to appear behind the next fast-biter in line. He grabbed the fast-biter by the neck, spun around, and threw it at another fast-biter. He suddenly stopped moving. In a flash, all the fast-biter were taken out. In that flash, it appeared that Vylon was beating each of the fast-biter at the same time.
By the way, I got this from the anime
Bleach. It was too tempting to resist.
