Chapter Break 1

Here's a drawing of Tempest. As you'll see with him and some other factors, there are some rather unoriginal ideas that come into play here. However, I like to do my own little spin every now and again. When I was first playing with the concept of LotP, Tempest wasn't in it at all. In fact I was probably going towards more of a female lead instead of a male. You'll meet my first choice later on when I post her during a chapter break. She's actually one of the main characters though. Tempest didn't get placed as lead until I started to make the game on the old Playstation Game "RPG Maker". I just randomly picked a character that looked like they might fit into the story.

His name is actually inspired by a character named Tempest in "Lunar: Silver Star Story"; which I had been playing at the time. I liked the name so much that I decided to use it for my own character. The wind theme just came with the name.

Now without further adeiu I give you~

Tempest Wind

Author's Note #1

Dragons in this world are extremely intelligent and aware of their surroundings at birth (and even a little bit before). As they grow older, they start to loose that and become more beast like as we usually know them. The only way for them to keep that intelligence is to become someone's familiar.

Chapter 1 (part four)

Tempest burst into the main lobby slightly scaring Gale who was doing some light dusting. He didn’t give her a chance to talk as he charged up stairs to his room. Inside the partitioned room he stared at the sword before him, glaring at it with determination. He reached a hand out to touch it’s blade, but paused midway through. Even though he knew he must use it, a slight fear trickled its way to his finger tips. They tensed up as his hand neared it. “I-I have to do this…”, he thought to himself, “To get her medicine so she can smile again…”

He took a deep breath and withdrew his hand and walked behind the dividing wall to sit on his bed. The soft daylight peaked through, but wasn’t enough for him to see the details surrounding him. It was then that he was reminded of his earlier goal. Tempest slightly cursed under his breath and headed out of his room and down another set of stairs. Gale watched him as he walked on to the right of her down another set of stairs that led to the cellar. “Need something?” she asked worriedly.

“Don’t worry, get some rest.” was all that he mumbled in response.

Down in the cellar it was dark. A small lantern hung at the doorway for use. Tempest took the lantern and moved it around for him to see. He walked around boxes, barrels, and bags of various items till he reached the back. He crouched down before a small wooden box and slid the easily accessible top back to reveal some oil. He reached in and removed the contents and placed it to the side. As he went to recover the box he spotted something out of the corner of his eye. It was large and covered by a brown cloth. He hadn’t remembered his family ever possessing something like that. He held the lantern before him, to get a better look. As he examined the foreign object he unveiled it to find out that it was a large, orange and red spotted egg. “W-what’s something like this doing down here?” he spoke softly perplexed. He stretched a hand out to touch it. As his rough hands touched it’s surface it began to move. Tempest quickly withdrew his hand, a little frightened by the sudden movement. He watched as the egg started to shake more furiously till several cracks appeared on it’s surface. With several sharp snaps a small creature covered in mucus freed itself from it’s container.

Tempest stared at the small creature as it wiggled and stretched from it’s new found freedom. It appeared lizard like, a light red-orange with a yellow-orange underbelly. Two short and blood-red colored horns sprung from the back of it’s skull as small, rounded spikes lined it’s spine. Two little webbed wings released themselves from the creatures body and flapped spreading the mucus in a small spray. “Mommy..” The creature peeped, “Take me.. To my mommy…”. Tempest stared in astonishment, he had never encountered a red dragon chick before. It was very rare to see them without getting massacred by their protective parents first.

“Out of all the times and all of the chances..” Tempest muttered.

“My mommy.. She’s with the ruined human household…” The dragon purred, “Take me to her and you can get some pretty flowers…”

“The flowers…” Tempest repeated. He took a small moment to think about the situation, as he did so, the little hatchling rolled about and shook in play. Tempest watched it and then returned the top of oil box to it’s rightful place. He then tucked the oil for his lamp into a satchel. “Ok, little one.” He felt silly talking to a dragon, which were feared for their ferocity, “We will go to where your mommy is..” The small hatchling roared with joy. However it sounded more like a tiny, high-pitched screech. Tempest then stood up fully and began to walk a little frightened to see Gale’s reaction at his new little “follower”. “Follow me..” He said hoping it would understand. The dragon hopped around a bit and then with a small squeal it followed suit.

Gale was no where in sight while Tempest snuck into his bedroom. She must have gone to one of the other rooms to do some more cleaning, or was finally resting; which was doubtful. Tempest quickly refilled the lamp next to his bed and then walked over to the sword. He looked at it once more and trembled. “I-I can’t.” He thought turning back to his wardrobe which he could now see clearly with the lamp lit. He opened the pale maple door and peered inside searching for the next available weapon. All that appeared before him was a long and feeble sword. “It will have to do, for now..” he grunted as he grabbed it and turned back toward the lamp to turn it off. The dragon had made little sound during this entire time and seldom glanced around at his surroundings. Tempest exited his bedroom and proceeded to walk out of the house without further hesitation.

Tuesdays!

I decided Tuesdays shall be my posting days for this story. That way no one has to worry about constantly checking up on this blog to see if I posted.

Chapter one is almost finished. That means I'll be posting a concept drawing as a space filler.

Hope you are all enjoying this right now. :3

Chapter 1 (part three)

After leaving Gust’s room and finishing his breakfast, Tempest headed towards the front door. “Master.. P-please let me get you cape and hat..” Gale said rushing behind him.

Stopping her by waving a hand, he assured her, “There’s no need. I can get it myself.” With that he quickly walked into the small coatroom and grabbed a light brown cape with a similar colored sheik like hat. He quickly walked out of the house and into the bright sun. Gale had not followed him out, so he had assumed that she didn’t want to bother him any longer or checked up on her mother. Placing the cape around his shoulders and the hat over his head, he hurried to the town a little south of his home.

Tempest’s house was too big to be considered one, but it was too small to be considered a mansion. It stood about two stories tall with sandstone walls and was large enough to hold quite a few rooms, a dining hall with a medium sized kitchen, and recreation room comfortably. The windows were adorned with dried wooden shutters and were wide enough for two people to have a nice view. The roof and doors shared the same dried wood that adorned the windows, but served different purposes. Outside of the house was a mixed landscape of sand and a few patches of grass that blended with a small oasis nestled close to the town and house. A stone well sat beside the house, accompanied by a few sprigs of long grass.

Reflected by it’s surroundings, the small town of Ca’astings mimicked the large house. The buildings were sandstone and a few patches of grass popped up here and there. Tempest headed toward the heart of the town where the doctor lived. Going as fast as he can go without running, he made his way to the mid-size home. A metal sign that had a mixing bowl for a symbol welcomed him as he arrived. Tempest knocked lightly on the door and was greeted by the smiling face of an old man. “Ah, Tempest. A pleasant surprise to see you today. Is there something I can help you with?” He said with a gruff voice.

“Yes, Mr. Storm” Tempest responded taking his hat off, “Gust is sick again and I was wondering if I could get her some more medicine. Would your wife happen to be home?”

The old man in a white shirt and black cotton pants put a hand to his light beard. “No, she isn’t. She’s doing a house call at the moment… I’m not sure when she’ll be getting back. However, I do know that we’re out of the main ingredient for that particular medicine…..” Mr. Storm contemplated.

Tempest then proceeded to ask, “What would that be exactly?”.

Mr. Storm gave him a serious stare, “Surely your not thinking of taking up your father’s adventuring after all of this time?”

Tempest retorted, “Why? What does medicine have to do with adventuring?”.

“Calm down my lad.” Mr. Storm waved his other hand back and forth while still posed at his chin with the other, “The ingredient happens to be a little north east from here. At the ruined house.”

“You mean the one where monsters nest?” Tempest asked stressfully.

“Yes, that would be the one.” Mr. Storm continued to stroke the small white beard, “ You need several Daekeon flowers and they grow the best in that area.” Tempest sighed and took a moment to think about the situation. He had always despised his father’s adventuring and the effects that came after it. “So you see, my lad. You would have to do quite a bit of fighting if you want to save your servant.”

Tempest grew mad at this statement, “She isn’t a servant! She’s family! So I’m going to take my father’s sword and kill every last monster that gets in the way till I find the flowers!”. With that he trudged out of the door, not even giving the overwhelmed elder a chance to speak further.

Mr. Storm watched as the young man stormed out of his home and back towards his own. He stood in the doorway with a hand still caressing the withered beard. “Goddess watch over you, lad. Your going to need it.” he said before turning back inside and shutting the door.

Chapter 1 (part two)

Gale waited by his chair at the twelve seat adorned wooden table. She stood there patiently as Tempest made his way to the end. “I can seat myself..” he spoke to her and she quickly darted to the side.

“Y-yes s-sir” she said a little flustered.

Tempest looked at the food that lay before him and then looked around the room, searching for the third person of the party, “Where’s Gust?”.

“S-she’ll be along shortly, s… Tempest.” Gale reacted wit a slight smile.

Tempest nodded and motioned toward the chair next to him, “Go ahead and sit down then. Your eating, too.” She nodded and slipped into to one of the seats.

Tempest looked a her as she sat in the chair, wondering what was the matter. She looked flushed. Her brown hair seemed to be tattered and her apron was a bit askew. Her nervous appearance made him worry. He looked towards the kitchen door and then back towards Gale. She was faced in the opposite direction, straight at the main entrance. “Gust.. Is sick again. Isn’t she?”.

Gale seemed to jump at his question. She looked astonished that he knew, but quickly adjusted herself back into a more proper expression. “Yes, sir.” She responded with a worried look.

“Is she all right? Is she in her room?” he pelted her with questions as he began to rise. She still seemed to be caught off guard with each question, unsure of what to say. “Never mind..” he stated, “I’ll go visit her. You stay here and eat up. Then after this I want you to take the rest of the day off and relax.”

“Yes..” Gale began as Tempest made a quick plate to take with him, “Master..”

Tempest didn’t hear what Gale had said before he walked out of the dining room doors with a small plate of food and glass of water. He was too worried of how ill her mother was. They were both like family and there was no way that he was going to let them work themselves to death. He hurried as fast as he could on the first floor until he reached Gust’s room at the back of the ‘great hall’. He still had no clue why his mother called it that, but this wasn’t the time to ponder. Tempest slightly opened the door. “Gust… Are you in here?” he whispered loud enough for her to hear.

“In here..” gasped out a slightly wheezy voice, “Unm.. Ahck. *cough, cough, cough*
“Don’t speak… It’s alright.” He explained to her, “I brought you something to eat. "

He walked in the medium sized room to find the later-aged woman sitting on the ground. Her slightly graying brown hair had not yet been combed out yet and she hadn’t even gotten out of her nightgown yet. Tempest set the plate and water to the side as he helped her get up and over to the bed. She crawl under the covers to lay down. Her face was marked with a fever and she had coughed violently every few minutes. Tempest helped her sit up and brought over breakfast. “Here.. You need to eat and drink.” he said holding the glass of water to her lips. He knew how much she wanted to fight him helping her. She was too use to doing it for him to do so. However, she was too weak to struggle without making herself even more ill. “I want both you and Gale to get some rest today.” he calmly ordered while helping her, “I’ll go talk to the doctor and get some more of your medicine…” Her eyes looked at him desperately. She didn’t want him to waste what little money he had on her, but there was nothing she could do.

“Ahm.. Ah.. M.. Master.. P-” was all she could muster before falling to sleep. Tempest removed the half-empty plate and water and repositioned her so she could sleep in peace.

Chapter 1 (part one)

It was dark in the mansion of a home. A few lamp lights sparked in spite of the violent storm raging outside. It was calm inside; nothing was moving in the tainted darkness and all remained silent with the exception of the violent wind outside. A small blue glow peaked out of one of the rooms. It was very faint, but still noticeable. Moving closer to the room and into it, there stood a woman next to a mounted sword in the center of the room. The glow seemed to emanate from her; it clung to her like a mist. Her hand caressed the blade of the short and broad sword, while her blue eyes gleamed at it's appearance.

She danced around the sword, her blond hair and loose robes floating about. Her white wings twitched with each movement. As she was finishing a round when she floated off to a corner of the room which revealed itself to be an opening. The angel of a woman glided to the bed nestled in the left hand corner where a young man slept. Her soft face gazed over his face as her hand caressed it. A soft, smooth, and feminine voice sprung fourth from her lips, "Wake up, Tempest."

Tempest sat upright in a matter of seconds. His dark brown hair ruffled and his brown eyes opened and sleep stained. After realizing that he was no longer dreaming he calmed down. "Some dream.." he muttered to himself. He looked around the room. A warm light filed in from the door and slipped through the dividing walls opening. "It's morning already?" Tempest questioned himself still taking in the new day.

"Master? Are you awake? Breakfast is ready." A voice said from the other side of the wall.

He sighed at this and responded, " Gale, please don't call me that. Tempest works just fine."

"Y-yes.." she said trying to refrain from calling him "master", "I'll have your meal for you if you want it.

Tempest sighed again, "Take it down stairs. Tell Gust that you both have to get use to me eating at the table with both of you. My parents never liked it when you two acted as servants and neither do I. I'll be down in a few minutes."

"Yes, sir." she said quickly ending the conversation.

Tempest shook his head, “What have you left me with..”. He stepped out of bed in his light grey night wear and reached over to his wardrobe. He fumbled for the handle, realizing at the same time that the lamp light that illuminated his room the rest of the way was out. “Great… And here I thought that I had trouble with those two letting me eat with them. Now I have to sneak by them to get some oil from the cellar. For now, I need to get some clothes.” He reached in the wardrobe and pulled out a brown tunic and cloth pants. With what little light there was he began to dress.

Tempest moved from behind the wall to where the sword lay, fully dressed and hair kempt. He gazed at the sword, cringing at the meaning it held. “What have you left me with.. Father.” he had thought to himself, “An orphan forced to live with a failing fortune. All for the sake of being a hero…” He placed a hand to his head and silently spoke, “What sort of hero dies with his wife without a thought of their child.” Tempest gave the sword a small glint of a hateful stare and then turned towards the exit. Without looking back he went down to the dining hall for breakfast.

Prologue

A deep cool wind blows through the desert town of Ca'astings. The night sky is shrouded in darkness as it makes it's hollow calls. The town seems desolate on this abnormal night. People have shut themselves in and blown out their candles for hope of a better day tomorrow. Torches still glint outside of shops and on the walls that surround the small town. The two guards at the entrance sit under make-shift shelters and hold linen masks over their faces to keep the sand from pelting their bodies.

A small dark figure emerges from the shadows of one of the buildings within Ca'astings. It huddles along toward the back of the seemingly barren town to another entrance. This one unguarded. As it hurries out through the entrance and along the path, it pauses a moment to take in full view of the massive mansion in the not-so-far distance. A few lights escape from the windows in the overgrown, two-story house. It's sandstone walls seem to mimic the drab appearance of this violent night as it tries to defend off the whipped up sand.

Remembering it's duties, the figures continues to drudge towards it's overpowering, yet subtle, goal. It clamors close to the house, but does not go to the front doorway. Instead it seeks out a refuge to the rear, where a locked stairway hides access to the cellar. The figure brings out a white clawed hand from underneath it's cloak and quickly breaks the lock on the doors of the stairway. The mighty wind gives another great howl and the creature raises it's head in alertness, it's face still hidden in the brown, sand-stained cloak. Seeing that the coast is clear, it quickly stows itself away from the elements into the cellar below.

Yes! It's Finally Here!

I finally made a blog for my video game idea turned novel. For those who are unaware of what the hell I'm talking about, try checking out the Consortium of Badness in the links. That is where I usually reside.

Now for the bad news. I am extremely busy. So it may take a while for me to post the next part. I have up to chapter 3 written already, but I'm going to slowly post them to keep it steady. Also, it may be a bit dry since it's been a while since I first had written it; which I apologize for. I'll try to edit what I can or feel like.

Now enjoy what you can!