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Spinning kick. Deflected. Flurry of punches. Blocked. Too much power behind the next punch. Use it.

Belial turned. His opponent kept moving forward. His opponent saw his mistake as he was making it, too late to correct. Belial had a hold of his opponent’s arm. He flung his opponent to the ground. His fist came down into his opponent’s face. The boy winced, but it was a mock blow, it didn’t connect. Belial had won.

Pull him to his feet. Stand away. Bow.

It was a series of moments too quick for the eye that stood between success and failure.

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Inspiration: Fast
Word Count: 100
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A stinging pressure built under Belial’s closed eyelids. His jaw clenched against the wet sob that built up in the back of his throat. It forced its way out as a strangled, glottal cluck. Hot tears trickled from his eyes. The crying hurt nearly as much as knowing his king would soon die. His cracked ribs ached with the sobs he suppressed, but he could not quell the emotion that overtook him. His pain went deeper than that. His Richard, his king, he hadn’t been able to protect his king. He wept silently until finally merciful darkness claimed his mind.

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Inspiration: [community profile] dailyprompt "Cry myself to sleep"
Wordcount: 100
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Belial opened his eyes. His vision was blurry. He wanted to lift his hands to his face but his body disagreed. His abdomen was sore and tightly bound. His chest was similarly bound and his ribs ached. His head was sore both inside and out. He flexed his hands, both seemed intact, but he was just too tired to lift either arm. He felt clammy and he smelled none too good.

So he was alive then.

The man groaned. Richard. Belial’s vision was clearing and he was remembering now. Richard. Belial had been stabbed on the field and then beaten in front of his king. Richard. The king had fought vainly against his captors in his desperation to save Belial. Richard. His king’s name was a mantra in his head. Richard.

Richard had been captured by the enemy. Belial had failed Richard. Richard was now at the mercies of his enemies. Belial closed his eyes and wished hed hadn’t survived.

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Inspiriation: [community profile] musing_way Week 64: Survival
Fandom: The Legend of Dragoon
Character: Belial (original character)
Disclaimer: The Legend of Dragoon and its characters are property of sony entertainment. Belial is my own invention.
Wordcount: 160
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Twelve years old and starting over, new name (shameful name) and no past.

I stepped out of the boat. Stumbling, I fell upon the shore of a land where I’d never set foot before. I knew the name of this land. Endiness. I did not know its geography. Where was I meant to go? I was certain I wasn’t meant to survive the trip. I was just too stubborn to die under the beating sun. I’ve always been too stubborn. If I walked down the beach I might find a village, a city, something.

Rawan is the name of the city where I ended up. There were more people there than I’d ever known existed. No one knew my face. Even better, no one knew the meaning of my name. But what was I meant to do now? I had no history and no skills. I knew how to defend myself in the art of my ancestors, but I had been told I could never use it again. It was stupid to follow that law being so far from anyone who would punish me for breaking it, but I was a child.

I did not stay long on the streets. When they came I did not think to run, though the other children who lived in the streets did. I don’t know why. They were called the Wind Lancers, and they took me in, fed me, and began training me in arts of fighting I’d never before known existed.

They gave me a new life.

Three years later, meeting Richard gave me a new purpose.

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Inspiration: [community profile] musing_way Prompt Week 16: Starting Over
Fandom: The Legend of Dragoon
Character: Belial (original character)
Disclaimer: The Legend of Dragoon and its characters are property sony entertainment. Belial is my own invention.
Wordcount: 265

Brothers

Jun. 6th, 2012 11:16 am
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They took us from orphanages, poor families, and the streets, children in need of homes, shelter, food, and education. They took us to the southern Villude Mountains, to a place they called the Wind Dragon’s Hollow. It consisted of a forest and a gigantic cavern where we ate, slept, and lived. We knew that place like the backs of our hands, like each other’s faces, like our teachers’ voices.

They were called the Wind Lancers, and I was grateful to them but never happy to be there. Not until the day Richard came. I was fifteen and considered an ‘Elder Brother’. He was twelve and, though I did not know it at the time, the Prince of the Sovereign State of Sandora. He was placed into my care as one of my ‘Younger Brothers’. It was my job to reinforce lessons, take them through drills, and protect them.

It might seem strange, but we all slept in great piles over the floor of our dormitory. At least the boys did. I do not know what the girls did, but I gather it was much the same thing. It was not the first choice of the older boys. We had beds of our own, but the younger boys were easily scared and would cling to us, or sometimes they would just wrestle about until they toppled over and slept where they fell. Our teachers allowed us all to pile together believing that it created stronger bonds between us, like how a pack of dogs sleeps together, and I think it was true. I had never before trusted a group of people so implicitly as I do the men those boys grew up to be. I have never loved someone so absolutely as I do my king who was once my prince.

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Inspiration: [community profile] muse_prompts Wednesday word prompt - "Togetherness"
Title: Brothers
Fandom: Legend of Dragoon
Characters: Belial, Richard (original characters)
Wordcount: 300
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The sea is and open, vast, endless expanse. It just goes on and on.

I hate the sea.

I lived by the sea as a child. Anyone who lives by the sea will tell you how beautiful it is. I hated it, even then. That vast expanse of sky, mirrored in that blue ocean is like an abyss. Sometimes it’s like, if you turn the wrong way, you can fall into it and float away, be lost forever.

I detest the sea.

The sea took me away from my home. The sea is the barrier between me and my people. I lie to myself that way. It’s easier to pile more hate onto something I already abhor. The truth is, there is a sea between myself and my homeland, but it’s not the physical one that lies between us. That one can be transversed. No. This sea, this abyss, that keeps me on one side and them on the other is an ocean of prejudice, of hate, and of misunderstanding. This ocean can never be crossed.

I loathe the sea.

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Inspiration: [community profile] musing_way Week 156: Wide Open Spaces
Fandom: The Legend of Dragoon
Character: Belial (original character)
Disclaimer: The Legend of Dragoon and its characters are property sony entertainment. Belial is my own invention.
Wordcount: 180

Vigilance

Jun. 5th, 2012 12:46 pm
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With a fierce roar Belial leaped forward, his sword coming up before him. The tip of the blade cut through the assassin’s leather armour as though it were cheesecloth and sank to the hilt in unresisting flesh. Richard’s face was blanked by surprise. He blinked at the red tip of the sword that had killed his assailant. Belial retracted the sword and it came away with a fleshy tearing sound. The soldier’s body fell and Richard took one long step to his left, out of the dead man’s path of descent. Belial’s head whipped back and forth, quickly looking for more assassins. It was only when he was sure that the danger had passed that he turned back to Richard, his sharp eyes staring into his friend’s.

“Richard,” his voice was like the steel of his sword, “I told you to be careful! Why did you leave my sight?!”

Richard gave Belial an unamused look and the soldier struggled to rein himself in.

“That is unimportant, Belial. What is important,” He pointed to the body at his feet, “there are infiltrators in my city. This will not do. Take your knighthood and sweep the city.”

Belial went to attention and saluted, “Yes my king. Let me accompany you to the castle first, Sir.”

Richard nodded but didn’t move. Instead he was looking down at his cape.

“Sir?” Belial asked, but he got no response from the King. “Sir…why…did you leave the escort?”

Richard looked up at Belial and then back down. After a moment his hand appeared from under the cape and moved it aside. Belial’s brows rose in surprise at the sight of the very small child that had apparently hidden herself under the king’s cape and was now clinging to his leg.

“Sire…”

“She was crying.”

Belial stared at his sovereign. How had the man even heard the sound of a child crying over the wheels of the carriage, the tramping of horses’ hooves, and the rattle of swords and armour? The king carefully removed himself from the child’s grip and bent to pick her up. She still looked scared, but allowed Richard to lift her from the ground and balance her against his side.

Belial felt his chest warm and a smile tugged at his mouth, “Shall we search for her parents, Sire?”

Richard nodded.

Belial let out a soft sigh and saluted again, “Yes my king.”

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Inspiration: [community profile] daily_prompt - Prompt 701: Roar
Title: Vigilance
Fandom: Legend of Dragoon
Characters: Belial, Richard (Original Characters)
Rating: T
Words: 400
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A knight does not have the liberty of choosing whether to bestow forgiveness or seek revenge, that is the sole privilege of their king.

A knight is his king's vengeance, and if my king asks it of me I will rain down on his enemies, like a storm, the brunt of my king's rage. There is no place safe from the wrath of my king. I will seek out all who would call him foe and end them in his name.

A knight belongs to his king. Anything that might have happened to me in the past I have locked away so that I might serve my king in full devotion, and if ever I am faced with them again, it will be my king's discretion, not my own, as to whether they live or die.

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Inspiration: [profile] writers_prompt
Fandom: Legend of Dragoon Original Character
Wordcount: 136

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This is a character journal for Belial, commander of the Second Knighthood of the Sovereign State of Sandora. He comes from the Legend of Dragoon fanficion "This Time Imperfect. See main journal for more details.

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