My second Fanfic I ever wrote^^

It's "possibly" rated M for later chapters! (I'll think about that ;D)

This story is YAOI and is between the Arisen and his Main Pawn!

Characters aren't mine (well in the game they ARE :D) and I'm not getting any profit out of this (no one would pay for such a lame story xD)

Hope you enjoy it *_*

Chapter 1

It was almost dark outside. He watched the sunset as he sat there, on the beach, listening to the waves of the ocean and the nice summer wind. In the distance some ruins coming out of the water could be seen. He wondered if something interesting was there. It didn't matter. He didn't know if anything mattered to him anymore. All he had to was slaughter an almighty dragon. Nothing more and nothing less. He didn't choose this path. It was meant to be. No one cared about what he wanted and what didn't. What would everyone do if he died? They would be sad. They would cry. But for what reason? Because it was him who died? No. Simply because there would be no one left to help them. It would take maybe a hundred years for the next 'special' person to come. Or maybe it wouldn't even take a day. What would happen if he lost against the dragon? Would the world end? Wasn't there anyone who lost against it once? Who knows. He let out a long sigh and ran his hand through his white, short hair. The sun had set already. The full moon was so bright and beautiful. The moonlight made his sad purple eyes shine like an amethyst. He loved the night. It was quiet and relaxing. He didn't know how long he sat there.

A gentle hand touched his shoulder, shaking him out of his thoughts. He looked behind him and saw a man, maybe half a head taller than himself standing behind him, a gentle smile on his face. It was fake. Every emotion in him was fake. Maybe even his pitch black short hair and yellow, light brown eyes were fake, too. Or the scar on his right eyebrow. His silver, in the moonlight shining, armor rattled as he pulled his hand away from the smaller man's shoulder. He gave another (fake) smile and finally spoke.

"Are you alright, Master?" He asked with a concerned voice. Surely that, too, was fake. The boy looked at him with the same expression he had all this time before he, too, faked a smile towards the other and nodded.

"We should get some sleep. We have to get going tomorrow very early." He added still with concern in his voice. The smaller doesn't answer first but then gives a light nod again. They walk towards the more livelier area of the small village. The smaller of the two took one last look back at the beach and the ocean waves until they went to bed.

"-ster... Master!... Master, you have to wake up!" A gentle voice reached the boy's ear as he mumbled something in his sleep. The taller man chuckled a little at his master's behavior. He gently shook at the smaller man's shoulder to wake him up completely.

"Nnh?"

"We have to get going, Master. Lord Julien is waiting for us at the Waycastle."

He was right. Lord Julien was waiting for him. He was asked to escort him to Gran Soren, the capital of the land. He liked Lord Julien. He was an honest and neutral man. He wasn't on anyone's side. But there was this mysterious feeling around him. He was hiding many things. But that didn't really concern the boy that much. He finally sat up in his bed, rubbing sleep out of his eyes as he yawned. He got up and put on his light armor, which was more covered in cloth than metal unlike the taller guy's, Zane was his name, armor. Zane. Maybe he didn't even need a name. He doesn't call him by his name, either. He just calls him 'Master' or 'Arisen', not Luan. It's a wonder he even remembers his name. No one calls him by his name. Everyone just call him Arisen. Zane is like a spirit meant to help and protect his master. He has no heart. It is said so. But to be honest Luan didn't try and feel for his heart or tried to hear it. It would be weird to do so. And he didn't know if he would be happy to know that he didn't have a heart. Maybe he had none. Maybe that was why everything on him seemed so fake. Maybe he lost it, like himself. Maybe the dragon has his heart, too. Or maybe he didn't have one to begin with. It would make him sad. To know that Zane wouldn't have a heart. Without a heart, a person is just an empty shell. One can't love without a heart. That's why those 'spirit' like creatures called 'Pawns' are treated differently. Like they are puppets, dolls. It wouldn't be bad if they died, 'cause they don't life. But Luan thinks differently. He would be sad if something happened to Zane. He would cry. For him. He could cry for his empty Pawn even though Luan himself has no heart. For him, he could.

"Is something bothering you, Master?" Zane said suddenly. Luan didn't realize he stared at his Pawn all this time. He turned away from him and his face flushed red. (What might this be?) He thought to himself. He felt embarrassed. Around his Pawn? Because of Zane? He didn't feel like that since his heart was stolen.

"It's nothing." He shook his head a little. "We should get going." His Pawn just nodded at him and they made their way to the Waycastle, where Lord Julien was waiting already. On their way they faced many goblins, but those were no problems. But there are many other creatures in this land, who are dangerous.

"There, Master! Wolves!" Zane yelled as he pointed into direction of an area more thick with trees and bushes than the others. Loud growling could be heard from the shadows. Suddenly two big wolves jumped out of the bush at Luan, claws ready to pierce his smooth skin and teeth impatient to taste his flesh. He lifted his small, silver shield on instinct to block one of the beasts but the other he couldn't. He waited for the creature to push its fangs into his unguarded side as suddenly the giant dog howled loudly. It flew through the air as Zane's big sword pierced through its skin, covering it with blood. A few drops of blood got on his face so he wiped it with his forearm, eyes already snapping back to the bushes as another growl was directed at them. Luan already knocked, the beast he had blocked, away with his shield and with a strong fierce stab of his sword to the heart the creature died with a pitiful howl. After a few more minutes of fighting without end, all creatures were dead, covering the path and grass with blood. They thought there would be an infinite number of the beasts. Both warriors were panting, sweat sticking to their forehead as they tried to catch their breath.

"Are you alright, Master? You are not hurt?" Zane came closer as he spoke with concern in his eyes, voice a little ragged from the panting.

"I'm fine, let's move on." He answered in an emotionless tone.

"If you say so, Master." Was all he said. They started walking again, nearing the waycastle. Lord Julien was standing against the stony wall. As their eyes met, he stood straight and smiled a little at the white-haired man. The smaller boy raised his hand to greet the man. As they finally stood in front of each other, they started talking like they knew each other for a long time already. He knew him for a few months now but that's not that long. They just understood each other quite good 'cause they shared a bit of the same point of view and supported their own opinion. Both of them were unaware of the glare a third pair of eyes shot at them as they spoke and smiled at each other.

"I apologize for interrupting you two, but we should go. T'is even more dangerous out here at night." Luan's Pawn said as he interrupted them while talking. His voice seemed to shake with a sort of emotion Luan has never before noticed on the man. He seemed... angry? That was impossible. Maybe he was just hallucinating.

"He is right. Let us go, Arisen." Lord Julien agreed with a serious face as he followed behind the Arisen and his raven haired guard. On their way to Gran Soren they walked a narrow path where bandits and harpies waited around every corner they took. Luan was a great fighter so he didn't really have any problems with such weak foes but one should never be too careless. Zane was a great warrior. He was stronger than his Master, but slower but despite his large black sword, which looked like it was made of some material that was not from this world, he always was at his Masters side pretty fast when he was in trouble. Which was too often for the black-haired man to handle.

"Please Master, don't be so careless." He begged with a pleading voice as his Master, once again, was sitting on his butt as he escaped death, or a bad injury, barely. The tall man reached out a hand and his Master took it with gratitude. His Master might be careless but he was kind and helpful. He wanted to help the people that were in trouble and he treated the Pawn's not like tools. That's what Zane liked about his Master right from the start. He has seen other Arisen's and how they treated their Pawn's. It was nothing new to them, that they were treated lowly by society. Some humans treated them like tools, some like monsters without emotions. Zane was torn from his thoughts as he heard a yelp. He turned his head to look around but he couldn't see anything. They were almost at Gran Soren and it took them some time as they were stopped almost permanently by foes. And with one more person that was necessary to be protected, didn't make things easier.

"Arisen, please stay close." He spoke with determination in his voice. Determinated to protect his Arisen from whatever was going to attack him. But the attack wasn't going to come. No. Zane looked around and saw something move in the grass between many glowing flowers that were laced with blue butterflies that where shining in the moonlight like magic. He took a closer look and saw a woman. She had long blonde hair and a beautiful light blue and white dress. He wanted to ask her if everything was alright but he couldn't as Luan rushed past him at her side and asked her what was wrong. Relief washed over her face.

"I... I am sorry. I just thought I saw monsters in the shadows. But I think it was nothing. You are the Arisen, right?" She panted slightly. Surely from the shock. Luan furrowed his brows a little. Why did everyone know he was the Arisen from just looking at him? It's not like he had it written on his forehead or something.

"Milady?" Lord Julien stood behind the Arisen and was surprised to see the woman. And she was too it looked like.

"Lord Julien. Surprising to meet like this." She smiled at him then turned to white-haired man again as she remembered not getting an answer to her question because of the interruption.

"Yes. Are you sure you are alright? What are you doing out here at night, Milady?" The Arisen said.

"I was going to take some of these flowers for my husband. They only appear at night so I had no other choice." She explained.

"Still you could have taken some guards with you, no?" It was Zane who cocked one eyebrow at her but keeping his voice calm as he spoke. His Master turned to him giving him a warning look to not be so rude to the Queen. The blonde woman also turned er head to the Pawn, furrowed her brows at him, invisible to the Arisen, then she turned her attention to him again as he did the same.

"I... didn't want to trouble them." She mumbled, voice sad and brows raised in a sad bow. Her hands were folded, like she was praying for forgiveness. Worry was written over the Arisen's face as he offered her a helping hand which she took with hesitation.

"We are on our way to Gran Soren. We will escort you back to the castle safely." The smallest man stated as he helped her up. He glanced at his Pawn to see that he furrowed his eyebrows. As he noticed his Master looking at him he saw the question in his eyes and answered before it was even asked.

"But Master, we already have to protect Lord Julien. But a Princess-" "Queen." The woman added quickly in a warning tone before he could end his sentence. Zane just furrowed his brows at her, then softened again quickly as he turned to the Arisen again. "But a helpless 'Queen'" He said in a slight mocking tone that just the Queen could notice. And she did. "is too much." Luan let out a sigh.

"We are already at Gran Soren, see." He pointed to the west of them. Even though it was night. Gran Soren was shining with lights of the city. They were nearly there. Zane had a defeated expression on his face as he gave in.

"Alright. But don't be too careless just 'cause we're nearly there." He almost ordered but with concern in his voice. (Maybe they did have emotions.) Luan thought. His mind traveling back to earlier as they rested in a quite safe area.

*Flashback*

"May I ask a question, Arisen?" Lord Julien asked as if it was something forbidden. He wasn't hiding his curious expression. The Arisen raised one eyebrow at him.

"Of course."

"Is it true that these... Pawn's are expressionless?" The smaller man was surprised at this question. And a little angry that he asked this in presence of his Pawn. He hesitated as he didn't want to give a wrong answer in front of Zane. That wasn't necessary though as Zane, who sat on a piece of wood, leaned forward, with his elbows resting on his legs and his fingers folded as he started to explain.

"I will not tell you exactly what or who we are 'cause this would take too long and I don't think that you would understand." He started. Fortunately not as offended at the sudden question as Luan thought. "When a Pawn meets his Master for the first time, he is almost completely emotionless, that is true. But as he spends more time with the people around him and his Arisen, he will... learn how to express himself. Like a baby, you could say. Of course most of the expressions we make, we make around the Arisen because of the strong bond we share. But it is not like we don't care about anything else other than our Arisen." Everything fell silent as he finished talking. Everyone, even the Arisen, had to take in the information they just got. Lord Julien broke the silence again.

"So... you are human?"

"Well... you could say that we become human as we spend time with our Arisen."

"Does that mean the Pawn's are even capable of falling in love?" Zane just raised one eyebrow at the man and his weird question. His Master though widened his eyes a bit at the question but relaxed after a short time. Was he uncomfortable about this topic?

"Lord Julien, please..." He pleaded to signal him to stop with the questions. Gladly he understood.

"Of course, Arisen. I apologise." He smiled apologetic at the smaller, white-haired man. He turned to look at the black-haired man again, who he noticed must have been the same height as himself, and spoke again.

"What differs you from a human?" He ignored the pleading look the Arisen was giving him. Although he was glad he wasn't asking about sensitive stuff.

"We don't age and can't die completely because we don't own a heart." He continued his explanation as he eyes his white-haired Master's expressions, who listened to every word carefully. Zane knew that his Master didn't know about anything he was told know so it must be a little shocking.

"So if you possessed a heart, you would age and could die?" Julien was far too curious about this topic. Was it that interesting?

"I think so but I am not too sure. The Arisen shall not age when he get's his heart back. And after his task is done, he will not die by the hand of mortals either. Why should it be different for Pawn's?"

"I do not really get it. But there are too many mysteries in this world and we don't even know half of them. So I won't bother you further with such questions." He gave a little smile and a nod as thank's. The Pawn nodded back before he looked at his Master, who was lost in thought, trying to process all the information he got in this conversation. He looked like he wanted to stare holes into the air. Or the small fire they made to keep themself warm and to keep the monsters away.

Later on as they were on their way to Gran Soren again, the white-haired fighter and the black-haired warrior walked closely beside each other as they spoke quietly. Lord Julien walked behind them and they didn't really wanted him to hear. Luan leaned closer to his Pawn as he spoke.

"Explain it to me. Why won't I die or age even if I get my heart back?" He seemed to think about that a lot since their little rest. But Zane answered honestly.

"As far as I know, after the Arisen kills the dragon he will have to meet the Seneschal. He is... humans know him as God. He watches over them. And as you may know, a God can't be killed by mortals and neither die. His task is to wait for the next Arisen to come and take his place. T'is an endless cycle. No one knows if there is a way to break the cycle. Not even my kind." He trailed off thinking about what he said to his Master and if he is going to think about a way to break this cycle. Surely he will. It's his Master after all. A smile crossed his face.

*End of flashback*

"Look Master, we are there." They stood in front of the city gates to Gran Soren, capital of Gransys. As they entered, Lord Julien and the Queen walked ahead but stopped in their track to bid farewell. The blonde woman walked back to the Arisen and gave him a quick 'thank you-kiss' to the cheek, then she left with Julien in direction of the castle. The Pawn furrowed his brows. He didn't like that woman. He came to like Lord Julien more than he had at the beginning but that didn't mean he liked him. Something was off about that man. He was too open to be innocent. Humans who spoke openly always had things to hide. As for the woman... well let's say she enjoyed her status.

"We should get some rest, Master. We can look at the board for missions tomorrow." Zane suggested as they made their way for the inn. The Pawn was sleeping soundlessly, like he was dead but his white-haired Master lay awake, thinking about what he learned the last days about the Pawn's and their Arisen's.

"Maybe there is a way to break it..." He mumbled quietly to himself before sleep finally overtook him.

Hope you liked it? :l

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