The Little Taru : Honor Bound Pt. 1Follow

Hello Bismarck!!! ^.^ I haven't posted in quite a while, infact I was gone from game for a bit. Those of you who remember me, know that I used to post short stories about the Little Taru. I hadn't planned on writing anymore, but Aravan, a great monk and a great friend asked me to write one last story based on our recent Shadowlord battle. It only seems fitting in a way since the others were leading up to this battle.

This story is dedicated to my static LS Bound by Honor. Here is pt.1 . I hope you all enjoy!!! =D


The Little Taru : Honorbound Pt.1 8/3/2005
Six adventurers charged back out into the snowy wasteland of Xarcabard from Castle Zvalh Keep. Ahead of them stood a long straight path leading to the Throne Room. Each of them took notice that there were no more demons or beastmen here... Normally such a sight would be welcome after having fought their way through hordes of dark creatures, but it only unnerved them further for the task at hand. It was almost as if they were being invited in...

Tired from the battles along the way the mages of the group paused to rest in silence before continuing on.

A bit ahead of them scouting the path was the mithran ranger Solrain. Her arrows had seen the end of many foes.

Standing on the edge of the path, looking down into the snowy abyss far below, was the elvaan monk, Aravan. A true monk at heart, who always chose the hardest of paths to train himself.

Pacing near the front was the Hume warrior ninja Sigmund, a small eager grin playing across his face. Always ready to help another, and always ready for his next great adventure.

Standing back near the mages and keeping a watchful eyes on his frail little friends, stood the Paladin Mullen. Countless times he had thrown himself in between the mages and creatures threatening their lives.

Last but not least, sat the mages in the back. Luathas, the taru Black Mage. Never afraid to unleash the dark magic at his command to save those around him and bring an end to his foes.

And finally, sitting quietly and contemplating the journey ahead, sat the little taru. A simple taru white mage.

This place, these people, this time, was the culmination of two years of battling and chasing the clues around Vanadiel. Through the past two years fate had slowly brought together these six adventurers. Standing together, time and time again, there had been nothing this six couldn't accomplish.... except for maybe this...

Their mission wasn't to be an easy task. Many years ago, in the great war, countless lives and even whole nations were lost in the battle against the Shadowlord. And their task... was to prevent his dark reawakening.

The little taru winced at the thought. How could six people accomplish what had taken so many lives to do years ago. This moment... is what it has all lead up to... the adventures, the people, the lost friends... The little taru quickly shook off his doubt.

"For thos who have gone.... for our fallen friends... for the friends we still have... that is why we MUST fight..." He muttered to himself.

"Hey , hey! Little one!!! Are you awake?" Called the voice of Aravan from up ahead.

The little taru quickly jumped to his feet to find that the others were waiting on him. With energy anew he joined his friends in the charge towards the throne room doors.

What awaited them? He wasn't sure

What would happen to them? There was no time for doubts.

All he knew, was that in that moment in time there were only six people, six friends... and that inside those gates...

... their destiny awaited...



-To Be Continued-

wait a minute..i've read this somewhere before!!!