The Formphasers: Dirge of the Dragons 1/?
Title: The Formphasers: Dirge of the Dragons
Pairing: Kyumin
Side pairings: Eunhae, Zhoury, Yunjae, Yewook, Kangteuk, Sibum, Yoosu
Disclaimer: If I owned DBSK and Super Junior, they would have made it big in North America already!
Summary: Three years after the unity of the canines and the felines, everything is going well. The land is prospering, the people are at peace and Kyuhyun and Sungmin couldn't be happier. Until the day they recieve word that the bears have been attacked by a force that nobody knew existed. And now, they must find a way to stop the attacks before that force can reach their kingdom. And if it does, the terrible dream that has been plaguing one of their subjects will come true. And that will mean the end of their empire.
The Formphasers: Dirge of the Dragons
Prologue: Rise of the Dragon
The sun beat down on the earth of the Dragonrealm. A snout poked at the baked grass. It sniffed and then moved on, the ground void of the carrion that it sometimes filled the belly it was attached to.
The forked tongue that inhabited the snout flicked out, tasting the air. Nothing. The creature that the shout was connected to growled softly, not enjoying the lack of food in its hellish home.
It was a lumbering beast, four limbs connected to a sturdy but long body. Its tail was long and somewhat useless but the four long talons on each foot made up for the lack of usefulness. It moved in a way that gave the impression that it was rather cumbersome. But this was a ruse.
The forked tongue poked out once more and tasted the air. Food. It had been hunting for days now, not able to find anything but small game that was hardly worth a second glance, let alone a full meal.
The sounds of a leaping animal came closer. The creature shrank into itself, lowering until it seemed to become one with the ground. There it lay in wait, listening, tasting for its next meal.
An antelope bounded a few paces away from the hiding place of the beast. It stopped for a moment, looking around. The animal had lost its herd and was trying to find it, fruitlessly searching in circles.
The antelope began to graze, needing the energy to sustain it. Taking a few steps forward, it spotted its favourite leafy green. As it took a few steps, the wind changed. The antelope threw its head up, smelling predator. But it was too late.
There was no sound as the beast burst from the ground and opened its jaws wide, saliva flying from the large pointed canines that the mouth kept hidden. Long talons flashed as they ripped into the side of the antelope, scattering blood and muscle.
A crack sounded as the antelope collapsed, its neck breaking. The jaws of the creature released and it gazed proudly at its kill. The bacteria in its saliva would have killed it within a day but a day was too long.
Without wasting another moment, it gorged itself on the meat of the antelope. The sounds of feeding resonated in the air. Scavengers appeared, waiting for their turn at the carcass.
The beast, finally satisfied, leaned back, blood dripping from its snout and painting the cooked earth red. Suddenly, the animal snarled at the body. A shiver went through the creature.
The skin rippled and began to change. The talons grew shorter, the head larger, the tail grew in and it stood up on its hind legs. It was no longer a beast but a man. The transformation completed and a dark haired male stood in the place of the beast.
The man’s eyes were mahogany coloured with a ring of yellow around the pupil. His skin was pale, as though he hadn’t seen the sun in a long time. His dark black hair was matted. He observed the surrounding area with a slight look of disdain.
He had had enough.
He turned his head so quickly that he might have snapped a bone had he not have made such a movement during the course of his life. He looked at the scavengers and smirked. Crows came to feast upon the carrion. The man paid no heed. He would have use for them later.
“Enough,” the man spoke only one word and with a voice that had not been used in many days. But the two syllables were injected with an adequate amount of venom that it caused the crows to take to the air.
The man turned and strode away into the forest, his form wavering in the heat. He came upon a high rocky crag and regarded it for a moment. Here, the man thought, here shall be the royal house.
He climbed the rock with ease and gazed out from its peak. He could see almost all the land that surrounded him; the dry brown of his lands, the black of the territory to the left of him and the green hills to the right.
With that view in mind, the man transformed once more, becoming once again, the beast that lumbered. He began to move quickly as all of his kind could. Despite their hulking looks, they were actually rather fast and agile.
He came upon a cave and there, he let out a low rumble. There were a few seconds of silence before forms began to morph out of the darkness of the cave. Beasts like himself came towards him. Some looked weak and tired while others looked eager for news.
He let out a low huff and transformed. Others around him did the same. Soon, a cave of at least two hundred humans stood there. The man who had first called them all spoke.
“I have completed my mission. I have tasted the flesh of animals that have finally come back to our lands. I have seen the prosperity of the lands around us. And I have heard, the war has gotten steadily worse after our demise. There is still ice between the warring races of canine and feline,” the man reported. An old woman made her way to the front.
“Our lands, what of our lands? What of the boundary?” she rasped. The male looked at her.
“The boundaries have gotten smaller. I can see the edge where trees have been planted and the earth has been cultivated. They have encroached on our territories. The eagles have taken the western border and the bears have taken the eastern border.”
“Those fiends! We shall make them pay!” Someone called from the back. The man turned.
“How? We have no weapons, no artillery, no soldiers or even a royal family! The last one ripped each other to shreds!” the man hissed.
“Then we shall build our race back up. We have not yet died. We have not yet ended. We can become just as powerful as we were before. After all, we are dragons!”
“We can become powerful again and we can remove those from our borders! Or maybe…maybe we can even take their lands!”
“We can drive them away and rule their land for our own!”
The crowd was getting more and more riled up. The man who had called them was about to speak but the old woman who had asked about the borders silenced him.
“Now, now it is time. We shall take back what is ours. We shall become the greatest nation the world has ever seen. And I, who have watched over all of you for the last twenty years, have chosen the one to be the next king of the dragons,” the woman paused for a moment. “Lee Jisung! You are the next ruler! You are King of the Dragons!”
The man who had investigated the area looked at her in utter shock. He was originally from a low born family, the runt of his nest. And he, he was to be King?
“Have you chosen sensibly, Wise Mother?” Jisung gasped. The woman frowned at him.
“Do not question my sanity. You are to be our next king! Lead our race into greatness!”
Jisung gaped. He looked at all of them who were assembled there. He had not even reached eighteen scale sheds. The others around him stared impassively until there was a small noise from the very back of the cave.
“Jisung, King of the Dragons. Jisung, King of the Dragons. Jisung, King of the Dragons,” the chant was started up throughout the cave. The noise resonated off the walls and filled the ears of those inside.
The chant got louder as they welcomed their new king. Jisung listened as the chant swelled in sound and number. He felt the power of his people enter him. He felt their support. He would bring them to greatness. He would bring them to power. He would make history.
“JISUNG, KING OF THE DRAGONS! RULER OF US ALL!” The chant finished with a loud cry from his comrades. Jisung grinned. He was their king. He would not let them vanish a second time. He was the chosen.
!*!*!*!*!
“Your Highness! The canines and the felines have made peace! They have joined and are no longer at war! The princes have become mates!” A messenger came to him, red eyes frantic. Jisung gazed upon him, a crown of jewels upon his head.
The castle had been completed in a short span of two years. Jisung was pleased. Things were going according to schedule. His people had begun building houses of their own, now that their king had a place to sleep. The population was growing and Jisung wanted to keep this under wraps. There was no need to put the other races on their guard.
After all, his race was supposed to be extinct. Their lands were undesirable. They were scorched nothingness. But no, his people had prospered and were continuing to survive. In a few years, he would be ready for the Conquest. Jisung smiled.
“Well, this shall make things interesting. Do not worry about that trifle. Neither race borders us. Leave them. Once their lands touch our borders, we shall deal with them. Be gone.” Jiwon leaned back in his throne.
He looked through the window at the lush green land that had once belonged to his lands. Now, it was no longer part of the Dragonrealm. Jisung narrowed his eyes. It would belong to them again.
“The eagles shall begin the Conquest,” Jisung murmured. A small smile grew on his face. It transformed from a grin to a smirk and finally, to fully fledged maniacal laughter. The palace rang with it, sending chills down the spines of the servants.
Jisung stopped laughing abruptly, as though someone had held a knife to his throat. Then he disappeared into his study. He took the books that had been saved from fifteen years ago and began to look through them, studying the neighbouring races.
He was searching for something. Looking for what would make them strong in the face of their enemies. He found what he was looking for and smirked. They would not stand a chance. None of them would.
!*!*!*!*!
Far away, in the canine and feline lands, a small ocelot woke up. He had been having the same dream for a while now. Ever since the betrothal between the canine and feline princes had been announced, this dream had troubled him.
He wondered if their matrimony had caused the horror he witnessed in his dreams. Still, he felt apprehensive. He hoped it was not so. There had been enough war. But, if the visions in the dream were to be believed, there was trouble ahead.
The ocelot’s yellow eyes gleamed in the dark. He stood and walked to the window, looking out over the landscape. The trees of the eagles stood to the east and the mountains of the bears to the west. As the feline looked, he swore he saw a flame of fire shoot up from the horizon.
And then he began to shake with fear. Because in his dream, the voice had told him of what would come; of the calamity that would befall them.
From a race believed extinct, from the ashes they shall rise. Two of the four they shall conquer. Fire shall destroy the trees. Poison shall crush the mountains. Unless those of the forked tongue can be stopped, they shall rule the kingdoms. For they are strong. They are deadly. The dragons are here.
The voice sounded in the cat’s head. He began to tremble even more violently. There had been enough war. They were too weak for the attacks described. Would their trees burn? Would their mountains be crushed?
The canine and feline were ill equipped to deal with such threats. As the ocelot stood there, he prayed with all of his forms, that what he dreamed would never come to pass. But while he remained fixed in one place, the dragons were ready to go.
!*!*!*!*!
See how much I love my readers? I wasn’t planning to do a sequel but you know what? I had a dream of this and I had such a good idea that I couldn’t let it pass. I had to write it. So you get a sequel to The Formphasers. If anyone can guess what kind of dragons the race is then cookies to that person! o(^^)o I’ll make a banner for this later.
CHIKA’S BACK!
Pairing: Kyumin
Side pairings: Eunhae, Zhoury, Yunjae, Yewook, Kangteuk, Sibum, Yoosu
Disclaimer: If I owned DBSK and Super Junior, they would have made it big in North America already!
Summary: Three years after the unity of the canines and the felines, everything is going well. The land is prospering, the people are at peace and Kyuhyun and Sungmin couldn't be happier. Until the day they recieve word that the bears have been attacked by a force that nobody knew existed. And now, they must find a way to stop the attacks before that force can reach their kingdom. And if it does, the terrible dream that has been plaguing one of their subjects will come true. And that will mean the end of their empire.
The Formphasers: Dirge of the Dragons
Prologue: Rise of the Dragon
The sun beat down on the earth of the Dragonrealm. A snout poked at the baked grass. It sniffed and then moved on, the ground void of the carrion that it sometimes filled the belly it was attached to.
The forked tongue that inhabited the snout flicked out, tasting the air. Nothing. The creature that the shout was connected to growled softly, not enjoying the lack of food in its hellish home.
It was a lumbering beast, four limbs connected to a sturdy but long body. Its tail was long and somewhat useless but the four long talons on each foot made up for the lack of usefulness. It moved in a way that gave the impression that it was rather cumbersome. But this was a ruse.
The forked tongue poked out once more and tasted the air. Food. It had been hunting for days now, not able to find anything but small game that was hardly worth a second glance, let alone a full meal.
The sounds of a leaping animal came closer. The creature shrank into itself, lowering until it seemed to become one with the ground. There it lay in wait, listening, tasting for its next meal.
An antelope bounded a few paces away from the hiding place of the beast. It stopped for a moment, looking around. The animal had lost its herd and was trying to find it, fruitlessly searching in circles.
The antelope began to graze, needing the energy to sustain it. Taking a few steps forward, it spotted its favourite leafy green. As it took a few steps, the wind changed. The antelope threw its head up, smelling predator. But it was too late.
There was no sound as the beast burst from the ground and opened its jaws wide, saliva flying from the large pointed canines that the mouth kept hidden. Long talons flashed as they ripped into the side of the antelope, scattering blood and muscle.
A crack sounded as the antelope collapsed, its neck breaking. The jaws of the creature released and it gazed proudly at its kill. The bacteria in its saliva would have killed it within a day but a day was too long.
Without wasting another moment, it gorged itself on the meat of the antelope. The sounds of feeding resonated in the air. Scavengers appeared, waiting for their turn at the carcass.
The beast, finally satisfied, leaned back, blood dripping from its snout and painting the cooked earth red. Suddenly, the animal snarled at the body. A shiver went through the creature.
The skin rippled and began to change. The talons grew shorter, the head larger, the tail grew in and it stood up on its hind legs. It was no longer a beast but a man. The transformation completed and a dark haired male stood in the place of the beast.
The man’s eyes were mahogany coloured with a ring of yellow around the pupil. His skin was pale, as though he hadn’t seen the sun in a long time. His dark black hair was matted. He observed the surrounding area with a slight look of disdain.
He had had enough.
He turned his head so quickly that he might have snapped a bone had he not have made such a movement during the course of his life. He looked at the scavengers and smirked. Crows came to feast upon the carrion. The man paid no heed. He would have use for them later.
“Enough,” the man spoke only one word and with a voice that had not been used in many days. But the two syllables were injected with an adequate amount of venom that it caused the crows to take to the air.
The man turned and strode away into the forest, his form wavering in the heat. He came upon a high rocky crag and regarded it for a moment. Here, the man thought, here shall be the royal house.
He climbed the rock with ease and gazed out from its peak. He could see almost all the land that surrounded him; the dry brown of his lands, the black of the territory to the left of him and the green hills to the right.
With that view in mind, the man transformed once more, becoming once again, the beast that lumbered. He began to move quickly as all of his kind could. Despite their hulking looks, they were actually rather fast and agile.
He came upon a cave and there, he let out a low rumble. There were a few seconds of silence before forms began to morph out of the darkness of the cave. Beasts like himself came towards him. Some looked weak and tired while others looked eager for news.
He let out a low huff and transformed. Others around him did the same. Soon, a cave of at least two hundred humans stood there. The man who had first called them all spoke.
“I have completed my mission. I have tasted the flesh of animals that have finally come back to our lands. I have seen the prosperity of the lands around us. And I have heard, the war has gotten steadily worse after our demise. There is still ice between the warring races of canine and feline,” the man reported. An old woman made her way to the front.
“Our lands, what of our lands? What of the boundary?” she rasped. The male looked at her.
“The boundaries have gotten smaller. I can see the edge where trees have been planted and the earth has been cultivated. They have encroached on our territories. The eagles have taken the western border and the bears have taken the eastern border.”
“Those fiends! We shall make them pay!” Someone called from the back. The man turned.
“How? We have no weapons, no artillery, no soldiers or even a royal family! The last one ripped each other to shreds!” the man hissed.
“Then we shall build our race back up. We have not yet died. We have not yet ended. We can become just as powerful as we were before. After all, we are dragons!”
“We can become powerful again and we can remove those from our borders! Or maybe…maybe we can even take their lands!”
“We can drive them away and rule their land for our own!”
The crowd was getting more and more riled up. The man who had called them was about to speak but the old woman who had asked about the borders silenced him.
“Now, now it is time. We shall take back what is ours. We shall become the greatest nation the world has ever seen. And I, who have watched over all of you for the last twenty years, have chosen the one to be the next king of the dragons,” the woman paused for a moment. “Lee Jisung! You are the next ruler! You are King of the Dragons!”
The man who had investigated the area looked at her in utter shock. He was originally from a low born family, the runt of his nest. And he, he was to be King?
“Have you chosen sensibly, Wise Mother?” Jisung gasped. The woman frowned at him.
“Do not question my sanity. You are to be our next king! Lead our race into greatness!”
Jisung gaped. He looked at all of them who were assembled there. He had not even reached eighteen scale sheds. The others around him stared impassively until there was a small noise from the very back of the cave.
“Jisung, King of the Dragons. Jisung, King of the Dragons. Jisung, King of the Dragons,” the chant was started up throughout the cave. The noise resonated off the walls and filled the ears of those inside.
The chant got louder as they welcomed their new king. Jisung listened as the chant swelled in sound and number. He felt the power of his people enter him. He felt their support. He would bring them to greatness. He would bring them to power. He would make history.
“JISUNG, KING OF THE DRAGONS! RULER OF US ALL!” The chant finished with a loud cry from his comrades. Jisung grinned. He was their king. He would not let them vanish a second time. He was the chosen.
!*!*!*!*!
“Your Highness! The canines and the felines have made peace! They have joined and are no longer at war! The princes have become mates!” A messenger came to him, red eyes frantic. Jisung gazed upon him, a crown of jewels upon his head.
The castle had been completed in a short span of two years. Jisung was pleased. Things were going according to schedule. His people had begun building houses of their own, now that their king had a place to sleep. The population was growing and Jisung wanted to keep this under wraps. There was no need to put the other races on their guard.
After all, his race was supposed to be extinct. Their lands were undesirable. They were scorched nothingness. But no, his people had prospered and were continuing to survive. In a few years, he would be ready for the Conquest. Jisung smiled.
“Well, this shall make things interesting. Do not worry about that trifle. Neither race borders us. Leave them. Once their lands touch our borders, we shall deal with them. Be gone.” Jiwon leaned back in his throne.
He looked through the window at the lush green land that had once belonged to his lands. Now, it was no longer part of the Dragonrealm. Jisung narrowed his eyes. It would belong to them again.
“The eagles shall begin the Conquest,” Jisung murmured. A small smile grew on his face. It transformed from a grin to a smirk and finally, to fully fledged maniacal laughter. The palace rang with it, sending chills down the spines of the servants.
Jisung stopped laughing abruptly, as though someone had held a knife to his throat. Then he disappeared into his study. He took the books that had been saved from fifteen years ago and began to look through them, studying the neighbouring races.
He was searching for something. Looking for what would make them strong in the face of their enemies. He found what he was looking for and smirked. They would not stand a chance. None of them would.
!*!*!*!*!
Far away, in the canine and feline lands, a small ocelot woke up. He had been having the same dream for a while now. Ever since the betrothal between the canine and feline princes had been announced, this dream had troubled him.
He wondered if their matrimony had caused the horror he witnessed in his dreams. Still, he felt apprehensive. He hoped it was not so. There had been enough war. But, if the visions in the dream were to be believed, there was trouble ahead.
The ocelot’s yellow eyes gleamed in the dark. He stood and walked to the window, looking out over the landscape. The trees of the eagles stood to the east and the mountains of the bears to the west. As the feline looked, he swore he saw a flame of fire shoot up from the horizon.
And then he began to shake with fear. Because in his dream, the voice had told him of what would come; of the calamity that would befall them.
From a race believed extinct, from the ashes they shall rise. Two of the four they shall conquer. Fire shall destroy the trees. Poison shall crush the mountains. Unless those of the forked tongue can be stopped, they shall rule the kingdoms. For they are strong. They are deadly. The dragons are here.
The voice sounded in the cat’s head. He began to tremble even more violently. There had been enough war. They were too weak for the attacks described. Would their trees burn? Would their mountains be crushed?
The canine and feline were ill equipped to deal with such threats. As the ocelot stood there, he prayed with all of his forms, that what he dreamed would never come to pass. But while he remained fixed in one place, the dragons were ready to go.
!*!*!*!*!
See how much I love my readers? I wasn’t planning to do a sequel but you know what? I had a dream of this and I had such a good idea that I couldn’t let it pass. I had to write it. So you get a sequel to The Formphasers. If anyone can guess what kind of dragons the race is then cookies to that person! o(^^)o I’ll make a banner for this later.
CHIKA’S BACK!