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Author's Notes: The characters of the two Princes, the Princess, and the world setting are not my creation. This is fanfiction, and I have put my own spin upon the DQ world in this story. No toe-stepping or offense is intended.
This story picks up where my previous story in the chain (VR:DQIV) left off. Hope you like it!
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"This is impossible. Only the chosen ones, the descendants of Erdrick, could make it to this refuge," the nun admonished again.
Groaning, I said, "Give me a break, Sister. Trust me -- I'm not here to muck up the prophecies, or cause some great rift in the cosmic balance. Give me a few minutes to think here, and I'll figure out some way to get out of your hair. Shouldn't you be praying for the safe deliverance of the chosen ones, or something?" The woman's high-pitched voice was grating on my nerves, as if I didn't have enough problems already.
Letting out an indignant gasp, the nun stormed off, deeper into the monolith somewhere.
Okay, time to think. What would the two princes be wearing? Odds are I'm not going to be able to use anything they are. That eliminates all the Erdrick equipment, the Thunder Sword, the Light Sword, and the fur coat -- as if I'd be caught dead wearing that anyhow.
Ticking through D.Q. Two's item list in my head, I realized I was already wearing the best armor I could likely pull out of the bag.
Okay, I'm stuck with Magic Armor. Let's see if I've got a Dragon Killer buried in here somewhere, though, because that's stronger than a broadsword. Oh, and a Shield of Strength.
Rummaging around in my magical sack, I found what I was looking for. "Sweet," I muttered, and dropped the broadsword back into the bag. Giving the Dragon Killer a few practice swings, I grinned at the green aura of magical power surrounding it. Slipping the shield on my arm, I could almost feel the healing energy within it.
"Speaking of magic..." I concentrated, hoping to have the words of a spell pop into my head.
No such luck.
Hmm, the Hero wouldn't have had any magic at the point where I popped up near Endor. The Hero in D.Q. Two doesn't have any magic at all. I guess that means I'm restricted to whatever abilities the Hero has in the game.
"Guess it's just you and me, buddy," I said to my sword.
Against hordes of smiling, instant death baddies,
my brain finished for me, even though I was trying to ignore that particular little problem.
Stones of Life would be nice, about a dozen of them strung around my neck would work, I think. No such thing in this game, though. Dragon's Bane -- that will at least help to block some spells.
Digging through the bag again, I recognized one of the stones. Pulling it out, I strung the leather thong around my neck.
Good thing I'm obsessed with gambling,
I thought. The lottery in this game was more random than the casinos in later games, but I remembered making a pretty good haul. I could see another lying in the bag, so I gave a shot at pulling it out.
I whistled the
Finding an Item
tune, and then held my breath, as I tried to slip the second stone around my neck. In the game, only one could be equipped. Fortunately for me, I appeared to be somewhat outside the rules. After having no trouble with the second stone, I dug around, and found another, buried under a set of Wayfarer's clothes. They had to be from alternate saves -- lucky for me -- or I wouldn't have had so many.
Three Dragon's Banes should put a crimp in any of the monster's little death spells.
Then I thought,
Maybe I don't have to deal with them at all. I could just hit the portal, and head back to Beran. Surely I can handle the critters outside of Rhone, equipped as well as I am.
A sound like an explosion outside drew me out of my musings. Walking over to the window, I was amazed to see three people outside the Monolith. I knew who it had to be, as the nun was right, nobody else should have been able to make it here.
The explodet spell from the Princess did some damage, but it was a waste of magic power. The Prince's defeat spell took out all the Blizzards in one fell swoop. Even though the group was still a goodly distance away, I could tell they weren't in great shape. Remembering my runs through Rhone, I could certainly guess why.
They were headed toward the Monolith, obviously on the way back for some healing, before they set out to try to reach Hargon's Castle again. With the Blizzards out of the way, as close as they were, they should have been home free.
I have no idea where the Giants could have been hiding. They popped up as if from nowhere, rising above the staggering heroes. Surprising the descendants of Erdrick, the one-eyed gargantuans both swung their clubs.
"Surround -- cast surround!" I shouted, but I knew they were too far away to hear me. The prince of Cannok dodged the attack of one giant, but the Hero wasn't so lucky. I winced as he went down, and a hazy specter appeared above his body. The crackle of lightning from the Princess' Staff of Thunder proved to be little more than an annoyance to the Giants.
The Prince tried to dodge again, and attack, but with two giants now concentrating on him, he didn't really stand a chance. A moment later, he too fell to the earth, his spirit hovering above him.
The desperate Princess made the right move, casting surround, and the Giants both flailed fruitlessly, missing her by a mile. It was only a temporary reprieve, however, and I knew it.
My survival instinct warred with my conscience. They weren't real people. They were just video game characters. A quick reset -- the
alternate reality spell
, as I liked to call it -- and they'd be just fine.
The Princess fled while the Giants were partially blinded by illusions, the bodies of her two cousins vanishing, now housed in the specters trailing along behind her. I could see tears running down her cheeks, and that's what made the decision.
I walked over to the door, checked over my equipment once more, took a deep breath, and stepped outside. Two Blizzards were coming up on the Princess fast, and she hadn't seen them yet.
I screamed, "Watch it! Blizzards!"
The Princess glanced back over her shoulder, and I could hear her gasp, as she was that close to the safety of the Monolith now. Unfortunately, she wasn't close enough. Summoning up my courage, I charged out to join her. Desperate, the Princess once again opened up with the explodet spell. This time, the Prince wasn't alive to use his death magic against the beasts, and they survived.
I reached her just as the Blizzards attacked, fortunately trying to tear her apart with their claws. I wondered how they could hit anything, or be hit, considering they looked like shimmering beings of light. While I couldn't see through them, they certainly looked insubstantial. The Princess managed to dodge the first Blizzard's wicked attack, and took only a glancing blow from the second. It was enough to drop her to her knees, however.
