My fanfic, Knight~Sky

Chapter one: An old friend in need

Focusing on his target, the young cleric sighed, and closed his eyes. He put his left foot forward, in front of his right. He raised his blunt mace to the sky, and prayed a quick prayer. Suddenly, a bright beam of light appeared over the fighter on his right. The scratches on his arms healed themselves, and the huge gash on his stomach closed up instantly.

“I’ll sow up that shirt for you, Lysimachus” said the cleric.

Lysimachus turned, and thanked the cleric for his help. “It’s alright; I can take care of it.”

His armor hadn’t been too damaged; there was a slight tear in the front.
“I’ll stop by Pey on our way back to Roumen” said Lysimachus. “Did you get all that you needed?”

The cleric pulled out his list, and crossed “hero slimes” off of it. “All I need now.. Is that stupid gang imp, and his cohorts, those bored imps. I can’t do it alone.” “Alright, I can do that” replied Lysimachus.

The pair made their way down the hill, and took a right into the tall dark forest. Slowly moving as to not wake up a nearby sleeping honeying, they made their way to a small clearing in the forest. Off in the distance, there was a trio of arguing imps.

“Okay, here’s the plan” whispered Lysimachus. “I’ll run in, and mock the leader. When he runs after me, his buddies are sure to be backing him up. As I’m fighting, don’t do anything but keep me alive. Don’t worry: This will be a snap.”

The cleric nodded, and took up a position behind a rock. Lysimachus made his way over to the thugs, and shouted “Hey, you stupid bunch of low-lives! I bet you couldn’t even hurt me if you tried!”

The leader looked up, and then charged at Lysimachus. Raising his sword and shield, Lysimachus got into a defensive stance, ready to swing his sword. Right as the imp was up on him, Lysimachus sliced the imp as hard as he could. It did no good.

“He’s got to have a weak point..” thought Lysimachus.

He didn’t have long to think; the bored imps were flying at him from both sides. The cleric stayed in the back, watching the fight, doing his best to keep the fighter alive. Lysimachus smiled, as he found the leaders weakness. He thrust his sword into the imp’s right leg, and it stumbled to the ground. Green blood spurted out of the imp’s wound; Lysimachus had struck an artery. The imp slowly died, then disappeared into a cloud of dust. The bored imps noticed their leader’s death, and turned around and fled for the forest. The cleric cheered from the background, and rushed over to examine the loot that the leader had dropped.

Lysimachus collapsed onto the ground, writhing in pain. “Those sneaky imps..poisoned me..”

The cleric wheeled around, and rushed to his side. Frantically trying to heal him, Lysimachus told him not to worry.

“The poison is not very strong. He just caught me off guard, that’s all. Do you have your warp scrolls on hand?”

Relieved, the cleric nodded.

“Okay. I’ve got to go see an old friend.. So, I’ll see you around.”

“You too!” replied the cleric. He disappeared into a puff of smoke as he unraveled the bow holding the scroll together.

Lysimachus got up, and took out a scroll labeled “Roumen”. He untied the knot, and as soon as he did, he felt that familiar sensation of being lifted off of his feet. He immediately touched down in a familiar section of town. Walking across the bridge, he noticed a lone figure sitting on the fountain’s edge.

Lysimachus walked over to him, placed a hand on his shoulder, and said to him “It’s been a while, Roxas. I heard you had given up, and returned home.”

Roxas got up and said “And I hear you’re still helping children do small tasks around Roumen. I tease, haha. How’ve you been?”

“I’ve been good, Roxas. It’s good to see you again. Here, follow me, let’s take a walk.” The two figures walked off, chatting.


“So what brings you back to Isya, Roxas?” Asked Lysimachus.

“Well, Lysi, I got a letter in the mail the other day. It was from Gibbous.”

Lysimachus stopped. “THE Gibbous? As in.. Our old Guildmaster?”

“Yes, that Gibbous.”

Lysimachus felt his heart flutter for a moment. Gibbous had been sort of a mother to he and Roxas. She taught Roxas how to heal. Her friend, Icariox, had taught Lysimachus how to fight. Icariox had been Lysimachus’ best friend, until he went rogue, and disappeared.

Lysimachus scratched his head. “I hope she doesn’t want us to rejoin her guild… I’m in The Company now. I’ve got a lot of friends there.. I couldn’t possibly leave them.”

Roxas shook his head. “No.. No, not like that. I left too, remember? She gave us the option to quit, and we did. The letter simply said that-"

“Aack!” Roxas crumpled to the ground, dead.

Lysimachus gasped, and knelt down and picked up his fallen friend. He looked around. He realized that the two of them were in the Ancien Elven Woods. They had lost track of where they were going, and walked right into archer territory.

“Help! Help!” shouted Lysimachus. “Is anyone there?!” Suddenly, a large, blunt rock came into contact with Lysimachus’ head, and he was knocked out. A big Greenky picked up Lysimachus, and carried him back to the woods...