index2

    Dart sighs. "Get up or I'll let Jenny here hurt you." He glares at you, a slight smirk evident on his face. "Well, not really. Jenny isn't like that...except when she's mad."
     You stumble to your feet and pull a gem out of a small pouch around your neck. Twas a lucky stone, lucky ever since you got it, two weeks ago...it is glowing. You stare at it, the light flowing from its heart like a river.
     Dart and Jenny smile at each other. Jenny pulls up the blackish-purple stone, and Dart a gray one from his pocket. They too glow with the eerie inner light.
     "Come forth, Dragoon!" yells Jenny.
     And so the Dragon within the gem flies out, and you morph..into a legendary Dragoon.
     Jenny jumps happily into the air, cheers and lands, and spins around.
      "We've found another! Yah hoo!!" She dances around. Dart just smiles.
      "Welcome to Bale, Dragoon. Follow us."
      You aren't quite sure how to unmorph, so you walk in morph. You follow them in silence, carrying with you a feeling of power unlike anything you have ever felt. You realize where you're being brought; Indels Castle. The beautiful structure looms over you, and you begin the march up the stairs, along the hallway, up more stairs, and into the throne room, where King Albert is talking to a man believed to be dead, Sir Lavitz, while sprawling about on his throne. Everyone assembled turn their heads over to the entrees.
      "We've found one!" Dart cries triumphantly.
      Everyone cheers. You gulp, and begin to sweat. You begin to stammer, then gain your voice and say "I have some questions to ask.."
      "Ask away." replies Jenny.
      "One, is that a ghost?" You point to Lavitz.
      "No, not any more. Emille here brought me back to life when she saw my ghost at Vellweb. Knocked her out for days!"
      You nod, slowly. "Two, what's going on? How did Emille bring you back to life?"
      Emille smiles warmly down from her throne. "I recieved a gift from Miranda, the White Silver Dragon Spirit."
      "Heh, it ditched Miranda!" Jenny laughed rather harshly.
      You smile a bit, and continue. "Well, what's going on? Are you all Dragoons? How am I a Dragoon? What element? What's up?!"
       "Calm yourself!" cries Dart. "Let me explain. Yes, we all are Dragoons. Yes, you are a Dragoon. As for your element...well, look at your armor. You can tell by the colors. Now, let's let our King tell you about how you became a dragoon."
      The King of Serdio pulls himself up and closes his eyes. "It starts like this. The older Dragoons, those here besides Philip and Jenny, gathered here two weeks ago for a strategic meeting. We were finishing up, when a tension built up in the room. All our Dragoon Spirits flew from us, and shattered in mid-air. A piece returned to each of us, and the others left out the window. We hadn't found Philip and Jenny yet, hadn't found their power, therefore their Spirits didn't shatter. Apparently fate wants the world to have more Dragoons."
       You had fallen from your armor, demorphed, while he was talking. Rubbing your wrists, you nod. "So, what am I to do?"
       "Well, I think that everyone should be introduced. All eleven of us."
        You nod, and tell them your name, but Albert stops you.
       "Dragoons present themselves a certain way. I am Albert of the Green Tusked Dragon. Dart is Dart of the Divine Dragon. And so forth."
        Nodding again, you present yourself like a Dragoon.