Annnnd here comes another!
This one, this is what I’ve want to share since two days ago. I need to share this to makes sure that I nailed the personality of Xigon and Gwyn perfectly, and I’m confident so. In order to see whether I written this accurately to their characteristic or not, then here’s a preview to check!
Everyone, enjoy a little preview about a classical tale: A SWORDSMEN VS A DRAGON!!
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In another land, in another mountain, another storm was going, with another dragon fought there. Illusion dances, the world sway as reality blurred in the eyes of the swordsman that surrounded by copious number of the silver dragon.
“You don’t need to go through this if only you leaves me alone.”
Her voice distorted by her illusion. Xigon find it hard to perceive her true form as her spell twist his senses. Surrounded, he clench tight his fingers to the handle of his massive sword as he glance around and try to reason.
“I have liven through sorrow, and it taught me that regret over the dead is a greater anguish than death itself! If I let you go on with your rampage, you will only meet a pitiful end, and it will be my remorse to not save you while I can!”
Laughter echoes softly in the stormy valley. For a moment, Xigon swear that he feels sadness flowing from her voice.
“Pititul? Oh, which is more pitirul, brave swordsman? To die in a battle for freedom, or to live in shame of captivity?”
Lightning flashed and thunder growls.
“I rather died by the sword and burned by the fire than to see my wings by torn away, to see my freedom robbed from me! I am Gwyn, the LAST free dragon, and I will carry that title to my grave!”
Her voice accompanied by thunders, then with a flash, the lightning bolt struck down the swordsman! Everything was white in his mind, his senses are numbed as he could’t even hear his own scream. It last a mere fraction of a second, and it’s over before he can even blink his eyes, however the scorching heat still burn through his clothes and skins, with his body lose its strength, kneeling down, breathing senselessly, and the shock stuns him. He couldn’t feel anything. Not the ground, nor the air.
However, he’s alive. That’s one thing that he knew.
…The dragon seems to keep her word. Her intention is to knock him down, not to kill him…
…But can she truly knocks him down?
He? Xigon? That already broken down, falling from his greatest pride, and learn to bow down to the greatness of life?
No, he shall not break down again.
He will not fail, not ANYMORE!
The Memento, his great sword, stab the ground and the excess of electricity nullified into the earth. His body is shaking, however with his muscles strength, and with sheer willpower, he got back up. The scars heals, and in his expression, he’s dauntless, bold, staring back at the silvery dragon with his own eyes.
“Impressive, swordsman.” Gwyn said, her draconic voice reverberates. The swordsman inhales, and he softly speak back…
“If you believe that pain can breaks me, you’re wrong. I’ve seen someone dear to me, a girl, driven to insanity by pain… And it only strengthen my resolve to end her suffering, to set things right, to never stop my pursuit until it ends. Your magic cannot bend me, dragon!!”
His raised into bravery! Roaring like a lion finally awoken from his sleep, facing a larger predator with valor, true grit of the fearless warrior.