Moga Knight Memoirs Complete

This is the complete compilation of Moga Knight Memoirs.

So, this is my new wiki project. Basically, MH Legends inspired me, but mine is totally different in every way. For one, it's written in first person. [http://monsterhunterfanon.wikia.com/wiki/File:The_Legend_of_Zelda_Skyward_Sword_-_Main_Theme_(Extended,_No_Sound_Effects) The Legend of Zelda Skyward Sword - Main Theme (Extended, No Sound Effects) (20:34) 0 views]The new Main ThemeAdded by Ceadeuslayer27==Ch. 1: In the Beginning...Edit==

Month 5, 250 A.E.Edit
I was bored. In fact, I was beyond bored. However, the knowledge that tomorrow I would be leaving to work at Loc Lac's Prison Fortress kept me going. By nightfall, I was thoroughly diminished, and eager to eat. My meal was plain Epioth steak, along with some fried Monster Guts. I eventually managed to fall asleep after eating, and was glad for it. Being raised on Moga Island gave you three things: Stamina, Cunning, and Agility. Not relief from weariness.

The next day, I awoke to find the first Sandskiff already gone. I realized that I was left with no choice but to run on the three-mile-long concrete walk to the water. Luckily, a speeding wagon offered me temporary relief from my sprint. I got there ten minutes after the Skiff, but I blacked out as soon as I boarded the ferry. After two hours and twenty minutes, I first caught glimpse of my new workplace. I was thoroughly terrified. [http://monsterhunterfanon.wikia.com/wiki/File:Monster_Hunter_3_(tri-)_OST_-_Deviljho_Fight Monster Hunter 3 (tri-) OST - Deviljho Fight (03:38) 0 views]Prison ThemeAdded by Ceadeuslayer27The prison was built upon an enormous, jagged, solid bedrock isle in between two smaller spires. On the corners, jagged edges and rocky spires were left untouched to discourage escapees and ships, and what edges were dulled were protected by one Dragonator on each side. These specialized Dragonators could be aimed, and could even switch function. Along the top row of the building, eight Ballistas were placed along each side. Bowmen's and Gunner's holes lined the wall below this. Upon closer view, there appeared to be an Agnaktron on the top arch in the front. On the bottom, a long catwalk that led around the island was placed, with doors so the staff could get around easily. Looking further inland, five towers were placed: these held the worst offenders to the hunting profession, and of them was Deathan Colorde, a man who attempted to murder the Rathaforce fighter.

The Rathalos Warrior was, like the other three main wyvern`s warriors, a mighty warrior that had a soul connection with their wyvern. They could actually ride a Rathalos or Rathian without any trouble. However, recently The Hunter`s Guild had became ever so slowly corrupt...

They had secretly wished of this man, Deathan, to capture or even kill this mighty fighter for their strength. They planned on making a whole new technology, knowing everything about these wyverns. However, the main head wasn't so corrupt; he instantly had him arrested on terms of corruption, attempted murder, assault, and vulgarity in the hearing of 1 of 3Add photoan untested female. The court asked him why he said that; the Guildmaster claimed that he swore so loudly when he was caught, that the even city girl at theregister inside the bank on the other side of town likely heard him. So he was sent to Loc Lac city Prison Fortress.
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In just a few minutes, we had arrived at the loading dock. I noticed one ballista pointed towards the boat dock. We slowly disembarked, leaving the boat in the dock. Heading up the ramp, we came out of the tunnel-like structure right under the main arena yard. We heard thundering steps above, and we knew that we would see our first arena fight.

I climbed up the ladder at the end, and arrived in thhe central tower. We were told to follow our guide to the arena seats above the arena yard. When we got there, we noticed the creature. It was large and sandy colored, with two enormous horns on its head. Its tail looked similiar to a large C, with barbs all over it. It had two wings, but didn`t fly.

"Reckon what it is?" said a guard beside us.

"Well, judging from what I'm seeing, I believe it to be a Diablos," I said.

"Hmm! I've never really seen much in Moga... I`m from Minegarde, by the way, and my name is Ranoldo."

"Well, welcome here. How long have you been working here?"

"Well, I believe it`s been my job for a year now, and I haven't had time to go see other places."

"Oh. Alright then, let`s watch."

The warriors were actually prisoners, and their term was the bet. Money was occasionally involved, but hunters that knew the prisoners betted on their terms. Say, sommeone sentenced to ten years could have a bet placed on them to shorten it to, say, five years, or lengthen it to fifteen years. The armor was personal sets, what they were wearing when they were sentenced. The weapons were the exact same thing.

The Arena they fought in was large and ovular, in the shape of a bean. There were a few boulders and a large rusty mechanism scattered in the arena to aid in the inmates' protection, but nothing else. On the left was a huge, cast iron gate which contained the beasts after and before the fight. The gate had to be maintained regularly for proper safety.

I noticed the man who was leading the fighters in. He looked regretful of his choice of work, for he didn't seem to enjoy leading these people into the arena. As he left, I made a note to talk to him after the fight. I asked a nearby guard what the man's name was.

"Levon", he responded.

Next chapter: Moga Knight Memoirs Chapter 2

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The competitors walked into the enormous battlefield. The monster had been restrained so they could momentarily heal, but was nonetheless there still. The Diablos trudged angrily around a large cactus. It took a nibble and raised its head... It had almost noticed them. They slowly walked around the fence, almost right into the beast. It knew exactly what to do.

"Bwah ha ha...They shall feel my family's wrath. I shall destroy these evil beings and rule over their corpses."

My stomach flipped as I watched what happened. The Diablos reared it's huge skull back and let out ear-peircing roar after ear-peircing roar. Their light earplugs only helped slightly. They both fell back, and the Diablos charged them. The one who was not known to me was thrown so far it would have murdered him had it not been for his large armor set. The guard next to me said, "That's the supposed 'Barroth Warrior', Jonathan Limbort. He violently wounded the other two Brute Warriors... Even the Deviljho Warrior couldn't withstand his assault."

My mind momentariy locked. The name. Similiar to mine, in fact, nearly the same....John Linbort. I had been told to find the things in an ancient poem....

"Sky Kings. Ocean Emperors. Land Rulers.

All in one, all for one, one for everyone.

Each is a king to the domain of Dragons.

All have warriors of the human race.

Each is an example of the great forces.

When the three greatest Coalesce.

The world of wyverns will be born anew."

That's how it was read. Not easily interpreted, to be sure, but it basically stated that there were three great dragon warriors who would come together to change the world. The Barroth Warrior was one.

Paying attention to the fight yet again, he noticed what Jonathan was doing. He had readied his Greatsword, Berserker, a large Deviljho sword, into a small hole, its handle down. He pushed his body weight against it with his buddy behind him. The Diablos attempted to break its quarry's guard, but failed horribly. As the beast stumbled back, Jonathan grabbed the blade of his sword and pulled, running back. The Diablos stumbled, and Jonathan ran over and cut its chest. He threw the blade at its tail, breaking the frail body part like a twig. His friend broke the horns with his Hammer. The Diablos' life force slowly ebbed away, and it died.

The hunters were called out as soon as the fight was over.

"I'd like to talk to you, Jonathan."

He looked aged beyond usual. I remembered that prison usually made you look older. He walked over with his bloody Greatsword on his back.

"Aye? What do ya need?"

"I want to offer something to you."

"And what's that?"

"A way out."

"What? You're lying..."

"No, I'm not. All you need to do is wait... I'm working for a division of the Guild who wants you. If we can get you out, I can get your sentence lifted. But you have to wait for two months. Then, I can get you out, because I have an official pass out."

He was taken back to his cell, and I left for the guard tower. It was my job to ascertain that no-one passed without an official blue-and-green flag. My post was one of the more dangerous, for I would need to go down, operate the gate and make sure people were legitimately coming to the fort. I left the battlefield, leaving behind a special item; a flare. It would be activated when I pressed a button. It would tell the base that I was here.

At the tower, I noticed something. Along the skyline came a burning, flying creature. A small shriek resonated through the chilly night air. It shook my very bones, and I fell to my knees. I proceeded to get up and put a coat on.

Suddenly, a boat approached. I hit a button and my spotlight flared on. I looked for the flag, but instead of seeing the flag, I saw a glowing black banner with ten Fatalis and ten Alatreon talons lining the top and bottom, respectively. I looked closer, and saw ten more ships behind it. The sail read "The Dragon's Soul Armada". My attention changed to the huge bell hanging over the fort's front. My hand grappled the rope, and I pulled. BOM! BOM! BOM!

"Get Up! We're Under Attack!!!"

To be continued in Moga Knight Memoirs Chapter 3

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The Fatalis-flag ships sailed up. A large weapon on the front shot out, and the gate cracked. By now, everyone in the fortress had gotten up, and most prisoners had been outfitted in armors and let out to fight.

The fleet's apparent captain, called Anobon, leered viciously at our weak attempts to thwart him. Suddenly, Ballista Shots rang through the air, and Cannonballs blasted from the massive walls. The sails of the ship were geting only slightly damaged, and the hull was the same way. I ran down and grabbed the Dragonator aiming tool. I aimed it at the weapon, and pulled with all my being.

All of the sudden, a cry rang out. The weapon was half destroyed, but they shot it again. Though the aim was horribly off, the gate cracked massively again. Another sound rang out also...the same shriek I heard earlier. The beast came around again, but this time, fire rained down at the armada. The beast came rocketing at the main ship, and the captain teleported away. He arrived on another boat as the main sunk. The rest of the ships had surrounded the Fortress. The captain came to the gate, and teleported through.

"What on the green earth is so important that you need to destroy this place?" I demanded.

"Welll...let's just say we have something valuable. And it can only survive here...."

I threw my Lance at him in my anger. I didn't want to be bothered with evil poachers while earning money and finishing an important mission. He simply snapped his fingers and was right by my side.

"You shouldn't do that...Barroth Warrior."

He suddenly attempted to punch me. I slammed my shield on his head, and he grabbed it in pain.

All of a sudden, a man in black and red came in. He threw me a sword, and suddenly hit Anobon with fierce magic. He teleported inside the blade, and I suddenly felt ten times stronger. I hit again and again, never letting up. I jumped back surprisingly far, and charged. He jumped as I got close, and I lost balance.

I rolled away, and he teleported onto another ship. That ship glided back, and it sailed into a small cave. A small airship came over and sailed over us. I noticed, and remembered my flare. I pressed the button, and the flare made them go off balance. They fell out of their flight grace, and landed harshly. We battled for about ten minutes, and I landed as many hits as I could get.

They flew away, and the boats left as well. However each one left a huge gas bomb. They expelled a smelly fog, and we could no longer see. we knew that they just wanted to irritate us. The fog cleared and I seethed at the shadows receding.

Later in the night, my boss came to the tower.

"John, you must come at once. There is a meeting at hand," my superior stated.

"Alright, well, let's go," I sighed.

Back at the base of the tower, we veered sharply into a hall. It dipped through a carved dirt tunnel, and onto an elaborate machine. It was designed to transport goods up to the innards of the fortress, and to let people in and out. We walked through the large metal doorway, and arrived in a well-designed board room.

"I would like to bring this meeting to order. The Dragon's Soul Armada has attacked. A select number of you are people who are working to get them to justice..." my boss said.

"Aye...I know. It be a hauntin' time we be a-livin in now..." the Barroth Warrior, Jonathan, said.

"Quite. In the fight, I managed to gain a visual of that "valuable Item" Anobon mentioned. It is a large Golden Alatreon Egg."

"*Gasp* I thought they be extinct!? Are ya shittin' me!?"

"Erm, no. I am totally serious."

"Hmmph. I think that they need a horribly protected area for an Elder Dragon Egg, so let's just...make certain that Egg never hatches," I stated.

"Well, I think that if they can't find sheter, they will just hold it till it hatches."

The meeting ended about five minutes later. Our council decided that as soon as I was done with my work, I should go with a team to go gather the large eggs. I made my way to my room on the tower, and I laid down. I looked up at the stars for a while, and I saw something...my blade's spirit flew up, and transformed into the beast I had seen earlier. I smiled as the realization that I carried an unstoppable force in blade came over me.

The next morning, Iwoke and began to pick my team. I knew automatically that Jonathan was on the team, for he was the main goal here. I also asked a guard that I knew, named Levon.

I also stuck with a familiar friend from home: Callie, a beautiful huntress whom I had known for years. I called her up on the telegraph as soon as I got to it. The letter is below:

Callie Cagle

I am asking of you to aid me in a massive mission, involving some of our friends. Because

I've known you for so long, it seems fitting to ask you. The mission will make us venture

away from our normal activities, and will require careful planning. Please accept my gracious

Invitation.

John Limbort.

I slowly checked my work, and allowed the others to use it. Afterwards, I just went about my usual chores. My life went this way for the rest of the two months.

To be continued in: Moga Knight Memoirs Chapter 4

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I wiped a bead of sweat from my eyebrows as I loaded the suitcase up with my things. It was finally here, the day we could leave to start our long journey. We loaded a large tent pack, and we looked for the food parcel.

"John, where did ya see off this little adventure?" Said Jonathan.

"Erm...I was only a cog in this machine, but it's been organized since two years ago." I responded.

"So...your sure you can go on without trouble?"

"Yes, my friend."

We had developed quite a friendship in the last few months. As it turned out, he took after the Barroth's mentality more than I did: he acted like he had a rough-n-tough exterior, but really he had a heart of gold. He was always watching out for me, just as I looked after him. He never talked about his past, though he did tell me once that he had a wife and a son once, but it was a gone time. Whenever we talked about it, he constantly would say things and instantly take them back-the telltale sign of a person trying to hide something.

We walked out of the tower. I turned around one last time, and looked up at the mighty tower's exterior. Ever since the Fatalis Armada had invaded, a bright red and blue gem sat atop the middle tower. This was a gift from the spirit within my blade, Fyrulosor Zweihander. The blade was the sword granted to me during the battle by the mighty Fyrulosor. It was strangely light and could be used to ways: either as a GreatSword, or as a LongSword. Both were powerful. The gem on the tower was designed to ward off the bad luck and evil powers caused by a Fatalis Dragon Egg or a Golden Alatreon Egg. It was called a Fataleus Gem, meaning, DestinyGod Gem. It also was a "Power source" for those who could use the good powers of the Monster Warriors. I smiled at the sight, and lifted my left hand. A small glare of light pointed our way, and I formed a small sphere of light in my hands.

"Destiny God, Fyrulosor, grant me light and safety on this journey," I said.

"As you wish, Child of Fate." Came from my blade.

I walked casually up the gangplank as I started back to the boat. We looked at each other, realizing our first goal was complete. The ship's horn sounded as the anchor was lifted and the plank drawn. Prison Fortress faded from view as I sat down in a chair made of monster bone. It no longer looked as terrifying as I thought, though the spires were still there.

"Have you ever felt like you were...a "Sealed power" so to speak?" I began.

"Aye. Whenever I looked at that stone a-sittin atop the tower, something awakened within me, it felt like. I never dared question my instincts before this though, me lad, and I ain't now. I can feel that some kinda force is gonna be needed soon." Jonathan replied.

And he was right. A few hours later, we arrived in murky territory, near the Flooded Forest. But there was a problem: this part of the sea surrounding the Flooded Forest was infamous for a gang of pirates known as simply The Dark Ones. Their description almost matched the Fatalis Armada. so naturally the team was worried. All of the sudden, there came two ships around them. I readied my Zweihander, Jonathan pulled out his Huracan Hammer, and Levon loaded his Custom Jhen Cannon with Crag S Level 3.

Their attack came swiftly, and it turns out that the Fatalis Armada was responsible. Anobon clearly was not obliged to join in in the fun and had stayed back. Levon's Crag S kept exploding in their faces, yet they just jumped back or jumped through them. My Zweihander was even having a hard time with their speed. Eventually, Jonathan's Hammer sent one flying off the ship, and I used the distraction to jump to the seat of the problem. A general called Ardros was leading them.

"Ha. Foolish child, you dare challenge me!? You are nothing but mere scum on the top of swanpwater. You must surely be a retard." Said Ardros.

"DON'T YOU 'EVER' CALL ME A RETARD, YOU ASSHOLE! I'LL RIP YOUR THROAT FROM YOUR VERY BODY!!!" I yelled.

I began a flurry of fast attacks. He repeatedly stabbed at me with a strange lance, each hit barely making it's mark. I unleashed a large slash, and the hook of my blade was caught behind my foe. In my rage, I jerked back with mh entire might, instantly paralyzing him from the mid-back down. I approached his still slightly shaking body, and examined his wound. It couldn't ever be healed.

"Ppplease....have...mmercy...on me......" He croaked out.

"Hmph. I am not going to kill you..instead, you may live the rest of your life in pain and in a wheelchair." I said, carefully removing my blade. I sheathed it, and turned him over.

"Hm, I've not seen a weapon like this in ages," I said, examining his weapon. It was a rather small silver Gunlance.

"Take it.....you had mercy on my life." He drawled.

"Ha! No, I so not use lances of any kind." I said, rolling the weapon back. I declared the battle to be done with as I jumped back upon my ship. They glared at us as we sailed away.

We started seeing the horizon approaching. The large and squat trees loomed around the lagoon and towards the water. A large metallic dock extended from a crevice in a cave. The ship carefully navigated within the lagoon, and beside the dock. The rickety metal crunched and cracked under our feet. We stepped onto the stone and looked around. This began our trek through the Flooded Forest.

Moga Knight Memoirs:Chapter 5

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We trudged into the cave. It was quite cold, and so we got out Hot Drinks. There was a foot of water standing in every floor level crevice we saw. We tried to look around the cave, but we couldn't see more than four feet ahead.

"Don't one of you lot have a lantern handy?" Jonathan said.

"Uh, no. I didn't think I would need one....." I stated.

"Aye, I can understand. Well, I brought mine just in case."

Bringing a large lantern from his pack, he started to walk slower to adjust the lantern. As it turned out, the small lantern increased our visibility by a good ten feet. A small branch of the cave seemed to lead away from the water, which had taken a ghastly smell on. The small tunnel got larger as we crawled under an underpinning of roots in the tunnel. We took out our mats, and rolled them out.

"Soo....when do we get to the end of this here cave, lad?" Jon The Gobul, Lurking Shadow of the flooded forest.Added by Cottonmouth255athan asked.

"Probably tomorrow." I said, grabbing out my cooking supplies from my pack.

The small grilling spit was perfect for making tonight's dinner: Grilled Kelbi and Aptonoth steak. The meat was still fresh, and had gotten chilled whilst on the trip. I slowly turned the meat and listened closely. I heard a few Giggi sloshing and squeezing through the cave system, but other than that the cave was still. Some vespoid flewthroughout the cave, and I realized something: new monsters in this area meant that there were either poachers or terrorists here intent on destroying the ecosystem. I passed out the dinner slices and i began eating my slice of meat. It was tender and juicy, typical of these monsters' meats.

As i passed out our servings, I sat back and olistened to the gentle squishing of the creatures in the cave. From the northern end, I heard Giggi. From the eastern, I could hear buzzing Vespoid and Bnahabra. They were probably settling down for the night, for all the creatures were daytime creatures.

"Say.....I thought this was an actual cave?" Callie said.

"Umm..it is, right? Why do you say it's not?" I responded.

"Well, because most caves come out like a hole or ravine.........not under a large rock shelf."

I stepped out and walked toward the exit. We saw what she said: there was a large rock mesa above us stretching several feet out.

"Huh. Guess we will be out sooner, Jonathan!" I said to my friend.

"Well, that's good then, don't make me get up at the butt crack a-dawn then." He said, sleepily.

I came back to the cave and layed down, pleased that I could sleep in peace. Suddenly a thought raced into my head.

"Jonathan, what is the Flying Wyvern Warrior's name, anyway?" I said.

"There are several lad, one female and one male." He responded, clearly eager to sleep.

"But wait........I was told there was only one!"

Well then, the male or female must have taken over. Get to sleep, lad. Please.

"One last question." I started.

He sat up, irritated. "What!?" He said.

"What about the Lagiacrus warrior? What's her/his name?" I questioned.

"Geez, it's Tayler, If i remember correctly." He wearily respnded.

We finally laid down, and I was satisfied with the answer i had gotten.

The next morning, we began to pick up our equipment and head out. The rock cliff was actually fairly dry underneath, and the walk to the village was no trouble. Once arriving, we were greeted by several people, dressed in various Leviathan and Rathian armors. One in general stepped out of the crowd and introduced himself as Nagaru. He wore a beautifully crafted set of Lagiacrus+ Armor, and wielded a Wyvernblade "Flare".

"So, you are the ones who come in search of the monster warriors?" He said in a strange language that we somehow understood.

"Yessir, we come to seek the Lagiacrus and Rathalos or Rathian Warrior." I said back in the strange language.

"Hmmmmm...you come to the right place. I am the guide to the Lagiacrus warrior, the name of which I cannot say in public lest untrustworthy ears hear me."

"That's plenty alright, we already know her name. So when do we set out?"

"Hmm... we must gather the proper supplies."

We walked toward the small shops that lined the nearby alcove situated under a rock mesa. One shop sold many different mediceines, commonly made and used by hunters to survive wounds where there wern't any places to rest. One shop sold hundreds of different materials for making near anything.Yet another sold rare traded mateeerials, such as Machalite and Carbalite ore. We approached the first shop with our hands in our pockets, digging out our money. We each purchased ten potions and ten whetstones before turning around and strinding toward the Armory, where we were going to get some repairs and cleanupo done on our armor and weapons.

"So, all you need are reapairs and cleanup? Well, for all of ya, it'll be about 2,000 Z." The armorer said.

"Alright, here ya go..." Jonathan said, handing him the two large coins.

We sat down on wooden benchesinside the guild hall, waiting for our order to be finished. The Guild Hall was a large building constructed from lage matted and woven roots. Despite how frail it looked, the inside was reinforced with lare beams that were held together by Deviljho Hide and Bathycite Ore, both of which were easuy to obtain in the Flooded Forest. The benches were surprisingly soft, and we didn't slide on them either, adding to our comfort. To our left was a bar where food and drink were served to hunters. Across from us, on the right side of the guild hall, were Weapon Locks, special racks which stored a hunter's extra weapons if they carried extra. On the far end was the area where Quests could be initiated or joined, and next to it a quest board.

"When is our equipment gonna be ready, lad!?" Jonathan said to me.

"how would I know, he only told us wait till he came out and called." I responded.

He opened his mouth to say something, but thought better of it and shut it. The blacksmith came out wih our equipment and called our names. We jogged to the armory to collect the armors and weapons. We quickly reeqipped ourselves and walked out of the main center to call our guide. He stood waiting at the gate. We continued waliing through the underbrush without a word.

"Hey....do ya'll feel something?" Said Nagaru.

"Hm, I do, lad!" Said Jonathan.

":Erm...............what is that little mound, and why is it moving toward us?!?!" Callie shrieked.

"Dear god.....a Gobul." I said.

The leviathan lurched from the ground, and snapped it's mighty jaws at Levon, who began to load his Jhen Cannon with Flaming S. I pulled out my sword, King's Zweihander, and lurched forward at the demonic leviathan, causing a scar to burn its way into it's hide. Callie readied her Bow and aimed it perfectly at the Gobul's maw. The creature fell back in pain and growled in rage.I began to feel intensifying anger from the back of my head, sensing danger. I turned around and swung my blade at the figure i sensed behind me with blinding speed.

"Ha! I've found you yet again, children of fate!! You have rendered my top general useless, so I simply must repay you for that......." The figure said.

"What...no...this isn't happening.....this CAN'T Be happening..." I muttered.

It was Anobon, the horrible Deomon with the blade of Fatalis. He lurched upwards and snapped his fingers. The Gobul sped away with a near frightening speed. As Anobon landed he drew his long katana, a dark energy emenating from it. He swung it around in one hand in large elipses, making me wonder what i had gotten myself into.we began dueling. I swung my swsord in an arc infront of me, ending nit with a forward thrust. He gauded perfectly and charged. I dodged and swung, the small strike hitting him in the side. He proceeded to jump back and strike me on my arm, the strike scratching my armor that had just been repaired. Seeing this constant little ping-pong display of false fighting made me very angry.

"You're getting in over your head....I recommend you get the hell away now, while i spare you." The blade mumured.

The spirit in y blade cam out and stood in his human form. He drew energy in his hands, and reapeted himself. Anobon stood as if he were bored.

"Must you get in my way, you sorry excuse for an Elder Dragon?" Anobon said.

"You dare insult me!? Remember your place, Anobon Fata. I am superior, and you are a rebel. We must destroy you. You can spare your own life while i still lety you." Fyrulosor said.

So they battled. This time there were several different injuries. Eventually, Anobon jumped back and transformed. Seeing the first Fatalis in my life, I marveled at it's deadly beauty. However, I beganto grow angrier with every second. I grew so angry, I roared at the Fatalis and transformed, my skin taking an earthy brown and growing larder and scaly. I roared my challenge and charged, as did Jonathan. Three dragon's fighting one Fatalis. Anobon transformed back, and teleported to the treetops. He yelled. saomething at us.

"You may have driven me away...but the Fatalis Armada shall rise!!!" He screamed.

We continued, after drinking some potions. The forest continued to be an unforgiving habitat. The Bnahabra kept buzzing around us, and every few steps some kind of disgusting slime would fall from a tree. After about five hours, we started to arive at a large meadow, a welcome change from the forest. We walke past the meadow ontot more rocks like the one's at our first stop at the Flooded Forest. We proceed into another cave. After walking about forty-five minutes, we arrived out. We walked onto a large dock where several boats awaited. We stepped onto the one designated for us.

"And..heave the anchor!!" Jonathan said. we sailed away, starting on our next adventure, across the seas near the Wyvern Boneyard.

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We watched as the horizon slowly dissapeared from sight, the treeline receding into oblivion. The blue ocean that surrounded our boat had a color of a beautiful creature that I knew as Lagiacrus. As we looked about for signs of danger, we would see a different sight every fewminutes: A harem of Ludroth on some rocks, a nest of a Lagiacrus, ad we thought we saw a Gobul sunning itself once. As soon as I mentioned this, Jonathan grunted and muttered some words under his breath.

"I've had plenty 'nuff a those critters. Don't let 'em see ya." He muttered irritatedly.

"Heh heh heh....Yeah, I won't. Besides, Gobul have bad eyesight-why do you think it waits beneath the sand and only attacks when right next to it's prey?" I replied.

He sat back in thought, realiing that I was indeed correct. As I sat down, I rummaged through my pack, looking for my lyre. Just as i found it, the captain noticed what I was doing.

"Gonna play a little music, aye?" He grunted.

"Uh-huh. On this little instrument that I made from Ceadeus parts. I calll it the Sea-God's Lyre." I said.

"Well, get to playing if you are, lad."

I started playing the relatively short tune. The very ocean seemed to calm and the boat stopped the churning. They looked at the blue harp like instrument dumbfoundedly. As I finished, I looked up and smiled.

"how...............Did you do that? Jonathan said.

"It's a mystical instrument. I don't know why it does that."

About an hour and a half into our trip, a heavy fog began to set. It got so bad that we couldn't see even with our lights on full power. I began to play, and still we had no mercy. We floated straight into a cavern where there was no fog, and the walls were lined with white gold torches.

"Greetings, children of fate.....I am the guide for your adventure into the skies, through the mountains, and withiin the ocean.. I speak to you through your minds, but you all hear me as a great voice...." A voice from the cave said.

"What do you want, bringing us into this dangerous cavern!?!?" Jonathan and me said.

"I am exactly what I said. I am bringing you to my lair right now, as we speak. I will board, and we may set off."

"Dare yuo try to board my ship without my permission!?!?!?" The Captain, our guide to the Lagiacrus Warrior said.

"Where are my manners....May I come aboard?" The voice asked.

"If you're a help, then certainly." He said.

We pulled into a dock where the boat stopped. A light of pure white began to emanenate from a hall. A great being stepped from the threshold. He was magnificent.

He wore a long golden robe ove his other robes. It wass almost a gold thread lace, and streched to his feet. A longblue robe showed underneath, as a total clothing. On his chest was a plate of a green gem, and a silver thread. His can was of a brilliant silver, with the carved figurehead of a Fyrulosor.

"I am the voice of Fyrulosor. I am a great sorcerer. My name is Sylvyr. In my younger days, I was indeed the Fyrulosor Warrior, and a great gaurdian of the Stonesharp Spires, now called the Stony Spires. I was sent to ai you in finding several things, such as the Great City of the Flying Warriors. This city is hard to get to without a magnificent power, which only I wield. I also must guide you to the Riders of Tremrho, who made a promise years ago to help the Monster Warriors once they were united." Sylvyr said.

"You are.........The Legend of Fyrulosor himself aren't you!??!?!" I said excitedly.

"Yes." He replied.

So....why the cave?" I asked.

"It is charmed. For the fog, and as a hidden island which only certain eyes can see, thus hiding me. I have awaited here for years...."

"How old are you?" Jonathan asked.

"Nearly two hundred and thirty. Our kind are blessed with long life. My life expectancy is five hundred years, as is yours. And you might also wonder why I am not still te Fyrulosor Warrior. I was chosen from the three Elder Dragon Warriors to become the Great Counselor of The Warriors. Anobon was next in line and for this it is one of his mottives to destroy this world. One legend we keep dear is the Legend of The Dragon Counsel. We were appointed in a lost time ago to counsel the races in a mighty war that was foreshadowed and prophecized about. I came riginally as A Spirit, and a grat hunter. Ages ago, when the Counsel chose me to lead it, these forms combined into this one, taking my ability to hunt away forever." Sylvyr Said in his near melodic voice.

"Ahh....So can we leave now...?" I said somewhat impatiently.

"Let's go then! I've bee eager to get on the sea again myself!" Our captain said.

We pulled away from the cave back to the ocean. Now that we could see, we surveyed our surroundings. The cave was surrunded by small islands, very small, that had tiny plants of beautiful build on them. They had obviously been planted recently, in order to welcome us. We turned to the north, nto where the Lagiacrus Warrior's hideaway awaited. according to rumor and belief, it was a large stone island with many plants and some good earht around it. The home in itself was somewhat small with lots of storage for the Lagiacrus Warrior's many Thunder Weapons, made from both Khezu and Lagiacrus parts. The true house, in reality, was supoosedly a mixture of stone, wood, and reeds, making up a quite cozy and withstanding home.

On the horizon, we saw several spires of pure stony spiraling peaks stretching out of the water. They were a sign that The Warrior was close at hand. We looked into the telescope and saw another boat sailing close to the spires. A young woman, possibly even a young girl, dived from the boat, which had arrived near a collection of larger spires. She resurfaced and swam towards our boat.

"Ready your weapons, men....." Nagaru said.

"No. This is the Lagiacrus Warrior i think." I replied.

"Alright then, get a ladder ready." He said back.

"No need.....I can jump on to the boat, I think." The Lagiacrus Warrior said in her young feminine voice.

"Alright then...." Jonathan said as he lowered the side-gate to adequate height.

She was beautiful. Her armor was near form fitting, save for the chestpeice, helm, and part of the waistlet. It was an excellent LagiaThundros+* set, built for often swimming and being charged harshly with electricity. It reavealed her body shape and facial features perfectly, however. She looked about thirteen, my age (At this given moment, I'm fourteen. One year difference matters not.) and she had a lovely voice, a voice not borne of the sea but borne of the midwestern plains of Moga; this was indeed both a beautiful country to originate from and a beautiful accent to have. She was from the sea of course, but it was obviously her family was not solely of the Sea-People. Her swimming was elegant and reminded me of Lagicrus itself. It was shimmer of blue, and the glow of the ocean. It was true love, at first sight.

She jumped in and began telling us where the house was. She pointed one beautiful blue armored hand towards the stones across the spires of where we were. We sailed ever closer, and looked at the humble abode. It was large for an island house, and was built atop a frame of wood and stone. We boarded a floating mini-harbor and walked up to the house. I was in awe at the inside. Beautifully carved candles carved from sea-coral stood round, giving off differing shades of light. We walked slowly in towards the hallways.

"Sit, sit, you guys!" She said in her youthful voice, with her youth's words--not that I could brag.

We sat down and she lifted the Heaven's Thunder LongSword from her back. She placed it on a rack with several other thunder weapons: a Vortecal Hammer, the High Thundacrus Lance, the Volt Axe, the Lagia Sword, and the Lagiacrus Great Sword. Every Thunder weapon from Moga, at her hands. The very house seemed to flow with thunderous bursts of electricity.

She ventured into the hall, and turned a corner. We heard her rummaing through some papers. At last we saw her come out. This time she wore nothing except for her waistlet, basic chestplate, and underclothes, and carried a small faded scroll. She came in and sat down, her face gleeful at the people who were in front of her. She started unrolling the ancient writing.

"This scroll contains the Thunder Warrior Prophecy.. It is an anncient tale told by my people to the next generatioon of chosen warriors. It goes like this:

Thunder cracks and lighting flashes;

A wyvern's life's begun;

The great blue dragon, its teeth it mashes;

From Fire we shall run;

But for Thunder we shall bow!" She said in a great voice.

"Wow, that's interesting. Sounds a bit like my own Barroth Warrior Prophecy, which I will not indulge." I said.

After some time, we had disbanded, to go about our own devices. I personally knew I wanted to catch Tayler, to ask her to go sailing. She had walked off around the house, and near the small wooded area. I walked slowly and watched. A creature swam towards the area, leaving a blue trail behind it. It sparked the water and it slowly crawled up.

"Hello, Eledrion....." Tayler sighed.

"Greetings, Child." Eledrion stated.

"I need guidance...." She said.

"Heheheh...My child, you need not word from Dragon or Man. Your heart shall guide you, on this journey. I also feel one of the ancient Warriors feels greeat feeling for you." He responded.

She looked up at the beast. Her face was wet with tears. She was troubled, very much. She dried her face and began talking.

"Really? Okay, then, I'll try to find him or her then." She said, happier.

"It is a male. The only female on this trip at the moment is not like you, in the way you know I speak of. The next female to meet will not likely ignore your differences. I speak of the Rathian Warrior. That is my advice....." He trailed off.

"The one of your fate approaches. Good-bye, my Child." He quickly said and swam away.

I approached her and I leaned down. She glanced up and began to speak.

"Hi.....I was just...Ummm..." She began.

"It's alright. I saw you. I used to talk to Barontremor many a time. He was a bit rougher. to be certain..but he had a big heart, and he told me relatively the same thing." I responded.

"Ok....so....why are you here?" She said.

"Well.. I was wondering.....would you like to....Go sailing around the islands with me? You know as a........date?" I said sheepishly.

"Yeah! Sure, just let me get my prettty armor on!" She said with a gleeful smile and a wink.

She walked back to the house and told me to wait outside. I went to get the boat ready. I chose a small sailer canoe built for three people. I was packing a bit of food into the canoe when Tayler came out. She looked dazzling in her new armor: It was a beautiful dress-like armor set, blue with green highlights. The waistlet and shestplate bent with her body, while her helm was actually more like a tiara. Her leggings were thin and blue, like her arm gaurds. She was beautiful, all in all.

"Well...do I look presentable?" She murmered.

"Yes! You llook beautiful." I said, stunned by her beauty.

We got in the canoe. I held her hand like a gentleman as she stepped in and sat down. I got in and turnned on the sails to the wind. We would be sailing slowly around the island for some minutes. We began talking as soon as we got settled.

"So where are you from?" She asked.

"I'm from a land that was lost once, the Ancient Plains. No one knew it existed till 20 years ago, when an explorer found a tribe of people who migrated from the mountain plains to a land near them. He investigated and found our tribe, and our ancient land. At our request, the Guild rarely sends in hunters, except for when something like a Calamitos is seen circling near. Our land lies close to the Ancient canyon, needless to say Calamitos venture there quite often." I said.

"i'm from around here. I've never seen Loc Lac, and i've never seen the Fatalis Armada. But i've seen the Flooded Forest...I was born on a landmass near the Wyvern Boneyard. It has no name. It sunk 11 years ago during an earthquake. A Lagiacrus Elder named Eledrion rescued me from the depths of the ocean and my despair. He raised me because he knew i was the Lagiacrus Warrior. I assume my mom and dad are dead, probably killed, by the Rathalos and Rathian warriors....." She said.

"What's wrong with them?" I responded.

"They are evil in their hatred. They refused to return theoceans of the Volcano to us, and we warred. They won. And they hate us. I can't stand being around a Rathian or Rathalos. I wish we didn'ty have to get that damned Rathalos Warrior..." She said angrily.

"Don't be mad! It's ok. I understand. I'm not a fan of them either; they don't appreciate what we do for them and they never appreciate the fact that we are the ones who keep their positions secret. The Barroth as a species has always disliked them, so don't feel bad." I responded.

"So, when did you start training?" She asked.

"Uhhh......I want to say when i was 8. But my weapons i didn't fully aqcuire till i was 10. So there." I said.

"I began training at 9. I wasn't very powerful and electricity frightened me. So I eventually got over it and learned to cope with being charged. I secretly help the good hunters on Water Quests by delivering supplies far out in the boonies of the ocean. But about a year ago, I began to stay home a lot more often, waiting for you guys. Never thought I would meet someone like you though...." She said.

"Really? You didn't? Well, this IS the journey of the warriors....." I stated. By this time we had gotten to where we were somewhat comfortable with each others presence in the boat.

"Hey! You know what I meant!" She said while pushing me away flirtatiously. She was an interesting character, that was most certain.

"What if I didn't?" I said back.

She rolled her eyes, smiling all the while.

She seemed to be an epitome of emotion. She was happy sometimes and angry others, but not a horrible imbalance. I smiled a little as I realized, for the first time in years, I had met someone who could make me happy with their very presence. This was great. She saw my smile and smiled herself. We talked for another half hour before going back to shore.

As soon as we were ashore, we went to our sleeping quarters--though-interestingly Tayler allowed me to sleep in her room, albeit on the floor. She clearly trusted me and was feeling our fate connection. This truly was an enlightening thought: No more loneliness, no more kept in thoughts, none of that. Now I had someone besides Jonathan i could share my feelings with. I smiled as I layed down my blanket by her bed. I kneeled, said a short prayer to Fyrulosor, my gaurdian spirit, and went to sleep.

The next morning was a short one. I woke up to find Tayler already awake and in the kitchen. As it turned out, she was quite the cook, and we had a wyvern egg fried, some Gobul meat, and some fried pataetes*. She prepared them with a beatiful set of herbs and spices that tasted delicious. As we ate Nagaru began the preparations to set out. I was to share a cabin with Tayler, much to my liking. We went into the cabin after breakfast. I looked at my bed set: It was clean enough for me, but I noticed Tayler looked a little taken aback at the sight, so I took them to the top deck for cleaning. I got out a different set and pulled the bed out a little, big enough for me and Tayler to both sleep comfortably on. I turned out the lantern as we went above.

The entire crew was on their feet getting ready. As we all got on and braced for setout, Jonathan rang the bell for lift the anchor. The boat slowly pulled away from shore as we adjusted the sails and two of us pulled on the oars. We spent twenty minutes rowing around the old rocks and getting out. The entire time, Tayler stood watching the house she had built for herself disappear in the fog. I saw some tears run down her cheek. I gae her a hug, telling her that it was alright, when we settle down, we'll both build a house together for us. She smiled and wiped her eyes before giving me a long hug. We watched the house for another twenty minutes until it disappeared completely. Finally we were on the final Warrior trip. To be continued in: Moga Knight Memoirs:Chapter 7
 * Pataetes are the Moga equivalent of potatoes. They are very long and banana like and fry very easily.

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The crew meandered aimlessly around, looking to the horizon every now and again. No one was exactly happy we were on the sea again. This time however, our journey was much more dealdly than before; for this time we were venturing into the Wyvern Boneyard. Supposedly before the Rathalos Warrior died, he had left the key to his people to be found by us there. His ghost also supposedly haunted the forlorn place. It was located to the very north 0of our current position, and this trip would be just like the Flooded Forest journey: a quick venture in to find what we need, then going back out somewhat the way we came though likely on a different boat. This was because each time we got off to go in to somewhere like this, we had a different goal going out. This time we would need someting to go from the Boneyard to te Blazing Mountains. We thought it very likely that the key would be a new boat like such.

Our jounrey through the sea was incredibly simple. We only encountered one monster: A baby Guran Mirousu. We had repelled it with several shots of Crag Level 3 Ammo shot from Levon's Jhen Cannon. The Guran was surprisingly weak. After that, we had avoided all trouble.

In me and Tayler's first night in the same bed, it turned out in a surprising way. It also garunteed our feelings for each other. Not many could honestly say that they fell in love with someone and got this well in a relationship within the course of two days, but I can.

I will retel the nights events the best I can. We had finally decided to get in bed after a log day at sea. We took our armors off and placed them sturdilly on the rack. Our armors together looked truly wonderful. Tayler then proceeded to pull off her under-armor clothing, which keeps hunters safe from the weather when they're only wearing light armors or such. She was dressed only in her nderclothes. She slowly crawled in bed and waved for me to lay down.

Hey, I have to get my under armor off to!" I said with a wink and smile.

She rolled her eyes with an entertained smile. I took my under armor clothes off and crawled into bed next to her. We started talking about what we wanted to do when our journeys were over.

"Well....they should be done with in just a few months, right?" She inquired.

"Yep." I replied with a smile.

"Ok..well....did I tell that I want to start a family when w're done?" She said sheepishly.

"Umm.....no.....but....I do too." I said slowly.

"So, why don't we try?" She said, suggestively moving towards me with a smile and wink.

"Sure!" I quickly said.

That was that. We layed there for ten minutes making love. It was the most brilliant feeling i have ever felt.

When we were done, we layed for the rest of the night in each other's embrace.

"So......how was that..." She cooed in a low sweet voice.

I simply looked at her and smiled and giggled a bit. We layed the same way for the rest of the night.

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The next morning, we got up rather tired and worn out from last nights activities. But we loved each othe all the more. Our crew looked at us like they knew exactly what we had done.

"Lad, when next ye make love with yer lass, I recommend bein' a little bit quiter...." Jonathan said to us.

"What! We did not..........Ok maybe we might have...." Tayler said sheepishly.

"Aye, I know! Like i said, mates, be a little quiter and we won't know!" He said with a hunter's laugh. He still had his spirit.

That was the interesting thing: Many hunters lost their spirit of the hunt when they came Jonathan's age and went somewhere on a long trip. Jonathan hadn't. He was still an adept hunter who loved a good laugh. He could find a thing to have fun about anywhere. he laughed at our situation and how we were doing in it, he laughed at our good natures, and he even laughed at what we did when we denied having intercourse. He was by far the most entertaining old hunter I had ever met.

"say...how old are you, Jonathan?" I said.

"Ha! make a guess, lad! I'll give ya a hint: it's more than 50, and less than 100." He responded.

"hmm.....60?" I said.

"Nope. I'm 97." he said with a hearty laugh.

"One of the Ancient Warriors.........just like Sylvyr..........." i said in wonder.

"Yup! You guessed it!"" he laughed.

I walked away with a scattered mind. He had too many ways of making me this waay.

Our boat began to approach the horizon again. Hopefully this was one of the last times I shall write this. The horizon was grey and bleak, like a dead plain. No greenery could be seen anywhere. It was black, white, and gray no matter which way you looked. The dock that we approached was little more than a metal projection with monster shell put on as flooring. We anchored our vessel and crawled out. Tayler, taking after her raising, lept in the water and swam for shore and began loking for danger. We watched her in amazement. we saw something behind her approaching quickly. It was large and yellowish, possibly a large piece of algae. We started motioning to turn around to her. All of the sudden she spun with all of her might while drawing her blade and slashing. The yellow thing turned out to be a Royal Ludroth. It shot backward into a rock and sunk. She dived towards it. Around five minutes later, she rturned with its corpse.

"Look what we get for dinner!!" She said with a vibrant smile.

"How did you do that....?" I asked in amazement.

"Careful skills and training." She said with a wink.

"Alright........how does royal ludroth taste then?" I said.

"Amazing of course!" She said.

She swam back quickly. as soon as we were all accounted for, we instantly started looking for a goood place to cam. Tayler and me found a cave extremely good for living in, sooner than anyone else. It had two chambers, one lower than the other slightly. Me and Tayler convinced the others to let us use our own cave side, while they slept within the other side. We enjoyed our night with food and drink. We had rotisserie style Royal Ludroth roast and even some Dukkioe wings, and we washed it all down with a wine made from fermented Hydroberries. It was an acquired taste that was reminiscent of honey on herbs and a delicous berry found only near Alatreon nests, but this certain berry was found underwater at amazing places. We were talking of many stories when I spoke up.

"Hey you guys.....what exactly are your plans after this ordeal?" i started.

"Hmmm.....I don't rightly know, lad. I've always been a hunter, traveling back and forth from different places. I suppose if I wanted to, i could settle down....but we can't all haqve a beautiful Warrior to have as a wife! Anyone I married not of this people, the Monster Warriors, would surely die before i did. I have two hundred and thirty years left at most, but i want a woman my age. I wish not to have a girl who is just approaching her maturity." He said with a recripocating tone.

You know......I've heard that the Rathian Warrior has a sister that is from the same Ancient People that yoiu do. I would bet she's your kind of girl. She is known as Faedin. Her monster is the Ancient Rathian." I said.

"Aye you may be right. But our kind is very volatile....not all of us are trustwortyhy and not all of us have equal and opposite destiny as some may wish." He continued.

"Anyone else?" I questioned.

"well....I want to become a captain in the Guild Army. I want to lead the gun troop, and become an exceptional marksman for Ballista Gunning." Levon said.

"Really? No wonder you use the Jhen Cannon then. It's as close to a portable ballista as you'll ever get." I replied.

"Yes, indeed. I worked hard to obtain this gun also. So I wish for it to be kept for long ages...." He finished.

"So what about you, Callie?" I asked.

"Huh? oh me. I'm....not really thinking about it right nw.....never thought about it. I guess i'll become a huntress....but what I really want to do now is.....well........I want to become the first female artisan. I have noticed a lot of different things around this world, and I want to make things better for our hunters and huntresses. Maybe even I could become an explorer though....I used to explore all the time, when we were little......so innocent.......Not so innocent anymore though, huh John?" She said with a wink.

"Nope!" Me and Tayler said at the same time.

We layed down soon after. I was very much tired. We much enjoyed our night, but not like we had last night--that had proven that we weren't quite active enough, or were to tired, for activity of that nature. Though we still slept right next to each other, in one another's embrace if wanted.

The next morning was a short one. We ate breakfast, the leftovers of the Ludroth warmed up by Tayler. She was the one who woke me up, eventually heating up the end of her longsword and touching it to my belt to get me on my feet. When asked why she did that, she responded with a giggle and "Next time, get up when i ask and I won't have to." She was entertainiing, to say the least.

"What would you do without me..." She said flirtatiously.

"Well, I wouldn't be having near as much "Bodily fun" as I do now." I said in the same way.

"Besides the obvious, ha." She replied.

We set out across the bony plateau. There were immense skeletons from everywhere. There was even the remains of an ancient Jhen Mohran, and possibly a cave grown from Calamitos bones. It was a dreary place, and we could tell why the Rathalos Warrior died here. Anyone who tried to stay here was surely doomed. Over the horizon, no houses sat, but the more we looked we saw a large stone emerging from the ground. We drew our weapos as we approached the large rectangular stone monument. We stared in awe at the black stone.

"It is a tomb, I think! But....how, lad shall we get that lid off!?" Said Jonathan.

"why do we need to?" I asked.

"Because, look at the plate on it. It says "In this tomb lies secrets of ancients." In the Ancient Tongue." Jonathan said.

"Ah....so.....hmm......" i stammered.

"Hey! I have an idea! Callie said.

She went over to a skeleton nearby and grabbed a large bone. It was the collarbone of an Alatreon, that normally streched from the wing connections to the chest. It was just the right shape for a lever. We placed it under the lip of the lid and sat down. The massive stone stone slid off and over some bones in armor. The Rathalos Warrior had crawled out of his tomb in his last moments. It was a horrid sight even for someone who didn't particularly like them. We looked in the tomb; it turned out to be a stairway. We began to walk down it.

The tomb was extensive, with rats and Giggi everywhere. The many staircases eventually opened into a large floor far underneath the ground. The floor had one sole thing in the middle: A large bowl, with several strings in it. We looked in the bowl: On the strings sat a scroll, binded with the leather of Jhen Mohran and Rathalos. It was written on thick paper. We slowly drew the strings inwards, grabbing the scroll. We began to read it.

Ancient people of the Sky....

From steeds of winds we ride high...

Childrem of the heavens, now coalesce...

The winds we ride make us more from the earth's less..."

The Skyland floats where human's can't see....

Take flight with my wings, and fly with glee!

That's what the poem read. It was the clue to the location of the island. The back of the scrol was a map with the volcano area displayed in detail, with a red shading over the crater. In faded letters, the words were written: スカイランド. Sky Land. It was clear: To the volcano is our next location.

Suddenly, we heard the sound of stone upon stone, and the light was shut out. A black glowing emerged from the vent above our heads: It resembled a large chandelier with no lights, but was black with dust and darkness. The glowing slowly embodied.

"Heh heh heh.........I have got you in my grasp...." A voice resonated. Anobon.

"You! Why do you continually follow us!?" I yelled. Tayler drew her weapon but stepped behind me, fear in her eyes.

"I see I darken the heart of the weak one......Does she feel my darkness....DOES SHE!?" The psychopath screamed.

Tayler jumped and slashed, contrary to Anobon's guess of her. Her attack landed square on his back, knocking him over. He was not himself this time: He took a darker form, with black flame and shadow emerging from his body. He began to transform. With a few guttural sounds, his brand new form was reaveled: a large, spider like form, with the word ヒットトライホーの on its abdomen: Hitrithos. It was a demon known to be an embodiment of an extremely powerful creature, naturally, Anobon. He jumped on to the roof and began to circle us. We began battling.

I jumped out at the spider-demon, and slammed my blade into his side. Jonathan began to swing his large blade, the Barrosheller*, at the creature, hitting its legs reapetedly. Levon blasted many Poison Shot into the demon, making it focus on Levon. It tried to lash him with its stinger, coming one third of an inch to succeeding. I used this opportunity to dodge and let Callie slam her Reaver "Disaster"* into its abdomen-back. It fell from the ceiling, landing hard. It began to squirm around. I jumped with the King's Zweihander in my arms. I stabbed through the monster's abdomen, inciting a long screech. It began to glow with otherwordly light. It exploded into the shape of Anobon again, though made only from darkness particles. The particles let out a screech and blasted out of the cavern through the vent.

We sheathed our weapons and walked towards a chest. In the chest were 7 talismans: Engraved into each was a different name: テイラー (Tayler) ,ジョナサン (Jonathan), ジョン (John), シルバー (Sylvyr), 呼び出しと私は (Callie), キャリア行く (Nagaru), レヴォン (Levon). These were written in Ancient Tongue. They were in the shape of a wing, with soft golden feathers. We put them on, and we suddenly felt extremely light. I jumped, in pure experiment, and I jumped right out of the cavern! They were magical talismans that allowed for flight. I watched as the rest of them popped out one by one. Tayler shot past us and into the air, before crashing down and landing hard on her backside.

"Owww.......Don't try that..." She said sheepishly.

We began to venture away from the tomb. Before we did, we crouched by the skeleton of the Ancient Rathalos Warrior King. We gave our respects, and walked away. Two hours later, we finally reached our boat. We climbed in, and looked at the Wyvern Boneyard.....It was an imbodiment of what we were fighting. I muttered a short prayer....

あなたは無料で、無料の人生に死の運命を自由に無料です.

You are free, free to life, free to death, free to destiny.

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We were floating for about four hours before we saw land. We had a short meal of fish before Jonathan noticed land.

"Land ho!!" He shouted.

We bagan to rush around and begin to land. The boat was accustomed to the very tedious rocks, but this was a whole new level; for it was shallow and full of rocks. We pulled into harbor with due haste. We climbed out, sick of the ocean beyond recognition--al except for Tayler, who loved the ocean still. As soon as we saw muddy land, me and Jonathan jumped out and sat down near the grassy area. We rested for some minutes, grilling some Aptonoth meat from our supply.

The Vocano was a blazingly hot place, fittingly. Everywhere we looked was assembled from lava, and we began to see Deviljho and Agnaktor as we looked carefully. The area was black and red, with yellow and orange highlights. The area where the Skyland was supposed to be was a dreary color of gray. We felt inprisoned in this place. The heat got to us quickly, and we took our Cold Drinks quickly.

We started up the path to the crater. There were holes and pits everywhere from ancient pools of lava settling around. We tripped and fell across the area. As we continued up the path, rivers of lava became in abundance, and we had to walk around carefully.

We heard a load explosion and a huge monster jumped out of the lava. It was about the size of the legendary Akantor; but it was gray and rather Rhenoplos like. It was Terralos.

The immense monster shook several times, slinging fiery earth across the terrain. We carefully walked around, and Callie tripped.

"Dammit!" She said.

The dragon turned extremely swiftly around, looking her in the eye. She backed up. It stammped its feet and began to tread towards us. We drew our weapons wile Levon took a Hunter's Note of the creature. We carefully walked around when the Terralos jumped at us.. We barely missed a hit. We began to slash and hack at ti's legs, while Clust Shot was being blasted at the creature from Levon's weapon. Callie's weapon sliced right through the immense dragon, slicing some of the leg armor off. The creature toppled over, wounded. We unleashed a flurry of attacks on the creature's stomach area. He got up and slammed his immense body into us. Tayler fell dangerouusly close to the fire, and I dived to catch her. She got up and slung her large Long Sword into its hide. The wyvern began to leak blood everywhere. Sylvyr produced an immense ball of white and gold energy, and threw it at its head. The creature fell and squirmed before exploding in light. We carved the monster, what we could of it, and headed farther.

We were finally at the peak. Now all that was left do do was walk down into the crater, and find the platform which we can jump to the heavens from. As we went into it, the temperature rose. We slowly walked over to an immense metal structure. We got prepared and jumped, each of us.

The Skyland was much more beautiful than the surface. The shops were designed with intricate walls and ceilings, and each road we saw was pure soil with little cobbling, in fact so little that it was barely a foot-path for any person. \There circled hundreds of dragons, near and far, both Ratian and Rathalos and even the more rare subspecies could be found. Soe people jumped off the island and would emerge with one under them riding it. As we walked around, the guide walked up to us and shook our hand. He was dressed in traditional Rathalos Blademaster armor, and had a rather large stature.

"Welcome, Monster Warriors! Welcome to the ancient Skyland. This is the place where for hundreds of years mighty dragons have lived well in peace." He began.

"Hello, Blazescale Deuce." Tayler said in a rather impatient tone, as if he made her very skin burn with anger.

"Hey.....is it not.....Tayler Raye, the Lagiacrus Warrior?" He said in an inquisitive tone.

"No shit, sherlock..." She responded.

"Enough! There isn't need of a fight between two great forces! We come ere dawn for counsel and alliance, not a dead war of which has been won!" Said Sylvyr.

"Yes, yes very well then. Do you come seeking the Rathalos Warrior? Said Blazescale.

"Yes. Do you know of him?" Nagaru said.

"Indeed! I am he! But I must show you around the city." He said.

We began to walk down the path. He showed us some of the large buldings with rods through them; these were stables for the Rathian and Rathalos breeds kept here, known as Skyrinthes. The buldings elsewhere had many different uses: There were a blacksmith's hut, a large "battalion" used for storing the weapons and equipment of the Skyrinthian Riders of Wind. Along the northern wall was a huge statue: It had two enormous wings, with a long coiling tail reaching to the bottom and past of the island. It was reptilian and had a head like a rathalos and Alatreon both combined. Around the island were scattered many homes and small shops. We began to approach one very large home structure half under the island. The part that was up had a large patio in the front made from grand cobblestone.

"So....is this our night's stay? Seems like we sleep in fashion, aye lads?!" Jonathan said.

"Yes, this is where you sleep tonight. It is a large hotel fit for your liking." He said, and turned to Tayler, fire in his eyes.

"For the Water dragon, there is a small pond of water." He said.

"Ugh...just shut the hell up...." She responded.

We enetered the hotel. It was very large and it seemed to descend much into the ground. On the bottom levels, we could see throught the windows placed there: Riders trained with their Skyrinthes, flying speedily, agily, and everything in between, in graceful flight. Some random things could be seen being thrown and shot through the air.

Our bedrooms were arranged well. I was to sleep with Tayler and Jonathan, much to my liking, with seperate bunks for me and her and a bed for Jonathan. Nagaru and Callie slept in the same room, along with Levon. Sylvyr requested a small room to himself. Before going to bed, we were each told to find our Skrinthe.

Tayler's Skyrinthe was a large Blue Rathian; this was extremely strange since they were thoght to be extinct many years ago. My Skrinthe was a large Woody Rathalos, similiar to Tayler's in rarity but different colored and lived naturally in the woods. Jonathan's was the smae kind as mine. Callie's was a moderate sized Rathian, perfect for her nature. Levon's was amoderate sized Rathalos, also good for him; however this creature had more spirit to him than most, and had not yet been tamed. Levon tamed him as if he had done this his entire life. Nagaru's waas an Azure Rathalos....not really special but fitting of his armor and place of origin. Sylvyr's Skrinthe, naturally was a large Silver Rathalos. It had not the spirit as thought, but was very powerful and fast and could be called with one short blast of a whistle.

I began training instantly. I was quite unfiited for this; I continually fell off and had to re-call my Skyrinthe. Eventually, I got the hang of it, and went to fetch my weapon for flying. It was a special blade known as a Skrinthe Windsword. It could perform wide, lance like swings, and could stab easily. It came with no shield, and was light on the arms. My equipme nt was a small saddly, a helm for me and my Skyrinthe, and a tailccasing for the creature to use as counterweight if needed.

Jonathan did the same before nightfall, but had first went to seek the Black Rathian Warrior. He eventually found her; she was more than a match for him, in both persoanlity and fighting ability. They had instantly began to date, against what i percieved as Jonathan's nature. They were great for each other.

It was dusk when Jonathan returned. He rode his Skyrinthe along another, black wyvern, with a dark armored rider. She was the Ancient Rathian Warrior. They swooped down towards us and landed softly. They were talking about subjects far beyond my knowledge in a language most strange to the ears. What I could understand of it told me they were talking about coming war, foretold in a distant past.

We had went to bed not shortly after our dinner. We were delighted to be served a good meal of fresh bird, strange Skyrinthian herbs and vegetables, and some meats from lands they traded with. We had many different wines and whiskeys and nectars for our drink, delicously prepared. We talked of many things, and we each introduced oursleves.

"There is to be held a meeting on the morrow, in the tenth morn-hour. I expect all of the Monster Warriors to be present for we are to talk of many things and offer an alliance." the chief, Ignies, said in a high voice.

"Yes. Very well. Wake us early." Jonathan said.

We wnet to bed, very tired and worn from the day's work. I spent long hours before i slept staring out through the windows, watching near loc lac. I remembered something I had been given when i got the King's Zweihander; the aility to watch the world through the blade's power. It was known to the layman as scrying, but with the Elder Blades, one who possesed one was as a spirit. They had a differing appearance, changing on the weilder. My spirit appearance, i cam to find, was a large gray thunderhead, with an eye shape made with what appeared as an electric current on the bottom. I went to get my blade. I sat it up on its side on a table, and said a short phrase: 、火、土龍の偉大なブレードを目覚めさせる！. I picked the blade up and swung it in a half circle in front of me. I could now see through what appeared to be a portal.

I looked towards loc lac city, and past it; I was looking for Anobon's hideaway, known as the Dark Tower of Moruus. It was beyond loc lac city and the great desert in a mountain range full of volcanic activity and death. I saw it. Above the peak, a massive fire burned: from this came a whitish blue globular eye, muirroring what it saw. It captured my glance, and stared at me, into my very soul. I picked up my blade, and showed it to the Dark Eye. The demon enflamed and turned. It roared back and i sliced the portal. He distorted and i was unable to continue watching.

The next morning, i went straight to the meetingroom. We took seats and began talking. Eventually Chief Ignies cam in and called the room to order.

"I call order! Now, i would like to ask if anyone has any osbervations or hypothesis on our current situation. He said in a commanding voice.

"Yes, Cheiftain of Wind, I do." I said.

"Speak then, Warrior of Earth!" he replied.

".......War is on our treshold. Anobon and the Fatalis Armada have gathered huge masses of demons and creatures most foul, and are turned towards Loc Lac in their attention. They wish to take it over and usurp the throne to await us in response, where they can take the Spirit Gems. I think we need a bigger army." I said in a srawn out breath.

"Tthat is my other order of business. I know now that war is closer than first beleived, and shall be more of a punching fist than at first believed. I ask you this: Would you ally with the Skyrinthian Riders of The Wind, and have both air and land on your side?" Ignies said.

"Yes. That would be very helpful. Rally your besty riders and whoever is able. Get ready for true war!" Jonathan and I said.

We departed from the meeting after many other things were discussed. I headed for my items, and Jonathan and Noctoude, the Ancient Rathian Warriror, went for their room for the same reason. Tayler went instantly to the bathroom, coming out as beautiful as ever, with her armor built for air pressure that had been made in our time in the Sky. We walked out side together, looking aqt our plan of movement. We called our wyverns, and began preperations to ventrue to the Great Plains. There we were to meeet te Great Plains Riders, also known as the Tremrho. They were also to help us.

Finally, with a last glance backwards, the Dragon Warriors of Nine set off from the Skyland.

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 * Barrosheller: A Barroth Long Sword not known to Moga people, or Minegarde, for that matter. It was made in the Great Plain, where barroth weapons are still respected among the people.
 * Reaver "Disaster": An Upgrade to the Reaver "Calamity" Found only in the village from which Nagaru and Callie are native from--though Callie has no recollection of living there, accept for in her subconsious.
 * Ignies is pronounced Ig-Nee-Us. Not Ignees.

We began flying straight towards the great plains. It was a huge land full of nice places where the Barroth and the Tremrho Tribe loved. It was really an immense grassland that horses and wyverns both loved.

We flew at a high speed, loking everrywhere at the same time, looking for the pass in the mountains that we could fly through to get to the Great Plains. Eventually, we saw the hole in the clouds indicating the pass. Our Skyrinthes dove at a firghtening speed towards it, but landed on the ground in the pass and would not continue no matter how we urged. I drew my blade and said to myself, "Something isn't right..." I looked around and noticed. Not only was a light pointed right at us from a good distancve away, maybe 10,000 leagues at most, but the temperature and look of the area had shifteed; now the area was bleak, white and snowy, and freezing cold, as opposed to the mild temperature and black stone of the earlier time. We crouched down and watched the eye sweep around us. I drew my sword and swung it in front of me, challenging Anobon from his dark crevice. He turned and swept the valley. We got back on our Skyrinthes and took off.

We began to approach the plains. They looked like a green, brown, and blue mass of earth. We could see many hundreds of riders herding Aptonoth and other cattle around the land. As we got near the village, all of the people save for the Chief ran away in horror. The chief looked up at us and slowly let his jaw drop.

"Is that......Jonathan the Barroth warrior!?" The Chief, Domhan, said in a proud voice.

"Aye! It be the Barroth Warrior indeed!!" He said in a giddy tone.

He jumped down from his saddle and ran to him. They were instantly talking. I walked over to them, asking what they were talking about.

"What do you seek with the Tremrho tribe? Is it aid in coming war?" Domhan said.

"Yes. We seek aid from the Riders of The Tremrho. Would you show uis around the village, however?" I replied.

"Certainly! I wil show you our home. He said, walking towards the dusty village.

[http://monsterhunterfanon.wikia.com/wiki/File:Zelda_Twilight_Princess_Music_-_Kakariko_Village Zelda Twilight Princess Music - Kakariko Village (04:04) 0 views]Tremrho Village ThemeAdded by Ceadeuslayer27It was full of small houses and paths beaten hard by horses. There were stables around every corner also, and weapon holds in many areas. A blacksmith's shop sat in the middle of town, built in a wall. Black smoke billowed out of its chimney, as with the Inn. Within the northern end of town sat beaten an Inn, for guests to the town. We approached it and opened the door. Inside sat five tables, each with some bottles on them. At the other side was a bar, where drinks could be served. The kitchen was to the left.

"Now, I don't recommend you try the whiskeys, beers, and such until you're accustomed to Behoisce's brews. It's much stronger than the typical brew from diffferent lands. Of course i say this primarily to the people not from around here, not Jonathan or maybe even.....the Barroth Warrior, young, John." He said.

We laughed and started up the stairs to our rooms. They were each about the size of a very large closet, save for two rooms, which me and Tayler and Joanthan and the Black Rathian Warrior took. We proceeded to walk back down the steps to get a drink when five drunk bandits bashed in. We ran down, I drew my sword, Tayler drew hers, and the rest did the same except for two; Levon and Sylvyr. Levon pulled out a small gun* made from Jhen Mohran, and Sylvyrfocused energy in his staff. We jumped down the bottom stair and stood with blades and guns pointed at them. They had taken several different drinks in a sack, along with a week's supply of meat. I nudged Tayler to the sack of meat hanging from one of their hands, and she cut it from the gauntlet grasping it. She then hooked it with the blade and drug it toward her, without any meat spilling out. They pulled a gun and shot Tayler three times. I instantly swung my sword with all my might into the chest of the one who did so; he fell with a thud and blood began to pool. Tayler was breathing heavily and saying something; blood was also beginning to come from the wounds. However, I noticed they were not near as bad as they appeared; they merely were bleeding a good bit. It was mostly a bruise, but the drunkard had still caused her massive pain and an injury near fatal.

I suddenly stepped up and walked towards the rest of them, staring in shock at their fallen comrade. I had shocked them sober. I took out my Hunting Whip and slashed it in front of me, scaring them out of the room. I picked up the fallen man and took him outside. We drenched him with water several times, and he slowly came back. He had lost much blood and was taken in to the hospital, where he would also undergo trial for his multiple crimes.

We ate and began to walk around the village in our own path. We walked towards the horse stables where we were to pick out a horse for our next journey, when we could not use Skyrinthes, The stables were large and wooden, with dirt paths all around leading from one slot to the next. I walked up to a dark browm horse with a black mane and tail. I motioned Domhan over to look at it.

"This is the one, if you're willing to give it." I said.

"Ha! Take it.That horse doesn't seem to like the traditional Tremrho riders. Maybe you can mellow him." He said laughing.

I took the horse from his stable and lead him to the equipment. It was a large Tremrho Riding Spike with a built on saddle. I placed it on him, and aligned the cables correctly.They were heavy on the animal and he struggled trying to get them off. I made some adjustments and that stopped.

We began preparations to set out for our journey to the city of Loc Lac, where we would defend it from Anobon. Our saddles sat well on our horses, and we went into the tavern to get the drinks and food required for our journey. We looked at each other as Domhan brought a large horn from his house on a cliff above and behind us, connected to the ground level by botha stairway and a building. The horn was apparently made from a huge Diablos horn, with the end made from a Barroth's head. He lifted it high, put his mouth on the mouthpiece, and blew. A resonating roaring tone filled the air for three seconds. Domhan blew it three times and began to ride in front of us, guiding our horses to the field outside of the canyon in which the village was situated. He stopped us as we looked out to the valley ahead. He blew the horn again as he began to ride in a line in front of us, speaking in a load voice.

"Alright, Men of Tremrho and Dragon Warriors! Tonight you ride for your own fate, and the fate of your home! Hold back not for enemy nor friend, defend the City Of Loc Lac and Tremrho Village both! Protect the Great Plains! Protect the Central Sea! Protect the Blazing Mountain! Protect the Wyvern Boneyard! Protect your friends! Protect your family! I will remind you, blood WILL be shed in our battle. Lives will be lost. But we WILL protect our ancient lands from the Fate of Death!!" He shouted to the thousands of men and women (Those who were able to fight, which was all.) sitting on their steeds.

"TO WAR!!" Came a collective shout.

We charged forward down the valley. It would be a four day trip to Loc Lac if our steeds stayed at best health. Th

The things we saw here were nothing like Moga monsters. There was a nest of Dukkioe in a large cliff we caught sight of. There was a tribe of Jaddiprey and a Jaddidrome chasing an Antrhoplos into a mesa, where they could kill it easily. There were even some wil Skyrinthes, and I almost got full sight of an Ancient Rathalos. And on the cave that we arrived at right before dusk, there was even an ancient Terralos skin. We slept at the cave for the night. As usual, me and Tayler and Jonathan and Faedin (Black Rathian Warrior) found small parts to ourselves, where we could sleep and our horses could stay in sight.

The next morning was another rushing one, with no breakfast and only a small piece of fried meat left over from yesterday's meal as sustenance. We boarded our horses again and set off.

The valley continued for several hours, but we stopped every so often for a bite and drink. Eventually the earth changed from the grassy weeded area to rocky terrain, thick with ancient holes to boot. We were approaching a pass where we would turn and head towards Loc Lac. As we approached thje uneven peice of land, we saw a black mist settle and begin to form. I drew my blade and motioned the horses far back, enought to where a swing of a blade wouldn't hit them. The figure was Anobon, naturally. We figured this out as soon as his figure coalesced from the black smokle into a collection of crystals, and finally into him.

"Heeeelllllllllllloooooooooo, kids. Guess why I'm he-"He started before he was interrupted.

"Just shut the fuck up. Now. I am in no mood to deal with your shit today. I am going to murder you if you make one move towards me." I said angrily, irritated at the demon who repeatedly made interruptions of his own battle.

"Oooh, someone's not happy. Would you like a lollipop, kiddo?" Anobon said in a sarcastic voice.

"He said shut the fuck up. You clearly don't know how, do you." Nagaru said, swinging and drawing his blade at the same time. It looked as if it had hit Anobon straight into the chest, but he had jumped up and away in a flurry of diamonds and black smoke. Just then, Nagaru shouted a guttural sound, like a Deviljho tail falling off of its beast. A black blade emerged through his left side, right below his liver. He grew a sicly pale and grabbed the blade. Then i saw something that i'll never see before; he grabbed the blade implaling him, tore it through himself, and swung it in a huge ark to his back, slamming into Anobon. His side grew a dark blade where the blade hit him, and he looked at Nagaru, angrily. He kicked him in the face, making him drop the blade. He fell and began to die, slowly losing blood. Anobon warped away right after that little ordeal, eager that his odds were lowered.

"Ca...........ca...cal...............Callie.....come here...please...."Nagaru said in waning voice.

"....What is it?" She said, voice full of shock.

"I recall you sayin g sometime......that you never....knew your parents........well....i need to tell...you....that..............you did.....and you watched your father.......die." He said, breathing heavy.

"Who!? Who was it?! Who is he!?" She stammered.

".....Me. I am your father. your mother was slain by the Uragaan Warrior...when he invaded, orr.......rather tried...to invade the Flooded Forest.....your mother was raped, murdered, and buried within a huge tree.....And i was forced to witness it all." He said sadly.

"....Have hope, haave good luck..............and.....I love you, my child. Please forgive my ignorance in not telling yuou earlier..." He said, in his dying breath.

Callie crouched and sat back. She was clearly crying as memories flooded her mind. Precious memories, that could never be made anew. She looked back at us, and got up.

"......Let's kill him. Now." She said in alow voice.

We continued on, knowing we had no time to take a rest.

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The next day, we were approaching Loc Lac city.We could see Anobon's army an equal distance awy from the city. We marched ever closer, finally stopping. We prepared ourselves and wathced as the Skrinthian Riders Of The Wind landed bhind us. Domhan began to ride afront us, speaking to us again in his mighty voice.

"Today, you shall fight to death! You shall fight to victory! I will tell you, blood of horse and man shall be spilt tonight! We shan't back away! We will die or win!" He shouted to us. And thus began the Battle For Loc Lac.

TO BE CONTINUED IN Moga Knight Memoirs:Chapter 9/Battle of Loc Lac

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The entire force of the Tremrho and Skyrinthians rushed forward. There was a clash of blades and ringing of metal everywhere. The multitudes of monsters infront of us were crushed beneath our beast's feet. Anobon and his armies shouted and yelled as we traampled through, watching cannon fire from some of the Skyrinthes.

We began to note the soldier's look; it was human at a distance, but up close they looked almost like humanoid lizards. Their entire body, save for the legs and head. The legs were almost insectoid, and the heads were covered with a helm for the most part. They had reddish skin covered in scales on their body and arms, with a chainmail suit on them with tringular links instead of circular ones. They all weilded large blades of metal modeled after the Fatalis Spirit Blade. However, higher ranks were using an imatation dark version and mockery of the King's Zweihander.

Our horses were strong animals, running straight through the creatures with their mighty spears. all blades were pointed towards the head of the problems. Anobon stood tall on a huge throne made seemingly from diamond shaped pieces of magical force, which was exactly what they were.

About thirty minutes into the battle, most of our men were afoot, instead of on horses, for most of our horses had been slain from beneath us, leaving many of the men to die suffocated by their own horses. The ones still able to ride rode with lightened loads and with both a Spikershoot* and a Tremrho Riding Sword. We quickly began to approach Anobon's tower, which had grown to a castle by now.

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We finally ended the battle primarily. We got off of our horses, each of the dragon Warriors, and walked up to Anobon's Tower.

"Aww, man, the kids killed my little friends! How sad! I'll just have to avenge them, huh. But.....I promise not to murder you outright, as is fitting of your actions......but rather....I have a grand bit planned.....I will beat you all within an inch of your life.......and then....Whilst you are suspended in midair on my castle platforms.....I shall knock you onto this horrid ground, and plunge my blade through your heart! Your broken bodies will make fine sustenance for my Demon King, the true Fatalis! Yes...I am simply his blade. I'm like Fyrlosor.....except, I wasn't so worried and weak as to seal myself into a Blade. My Demon King was forced into my blade..........and until the blood of the Dragon Warriors is spilt, he cannot revive. So die you must." Anobon said.

"You dare challenge us.....even as you are, rebellous servant of the demon-king? You are a mere blotch on the Elder Dragon existence!"Fyrulosor said as he emerged from my sword. He revealed his true form while doing so.

His true form was a very light skinned form, but clearly whithered. His hair was a dark grayish black and white, with his boots and armgaurds a light blue color. His robe was dark red, with blue highlights and black trim. He looked at me when he transformed into this; until then I had believed a different form was his true.

"John...........do be careful. I'm using a different sword now. I won't be with you but you'll still ha ve your powers you had when i was." He said with a tone of discomfort and yet happiness in his voie.

We climbed onto the stairs. and were instantly joined by Anobon on a platform.

"Soo......You decided to come out to play, huh?" He said laughing.

He instantly engaged us. I slammed my blade towards him, resulting in nothing more than a push backwards. Jonathan and Fyrulosor and evenn Sylvyr were trying their hardest to knock him down. I finally realized something; we were not hitting his sword. We were hitting him. And he wasn't getting hurt. Instead, our swords were bouncing off like we were hitting a brick wall. He also looked a good deal different, mettalic now with almost plasticine hair. An idea came to me: if we couldn't knock him down for some hits, we would have to knock him downwards--as in straight off his platform. Anobon's true form, a less humanoid one. Also this is Ghirahim part two. I don't own the pic.Anobon's Human for,--also Ghirahim's main form. Don't own the pic.Added byCeadeuslayer27

We all began to push as forcefully as we could with our blades with each hit. He came extremely near the edge. Sylvyr had been charging up something for the last few minutes; he released this, which was a golden ball of light, into Anobon, and he fell off of the platform. He made another before getting to far away, but landed on his back. Callie and Tayler and Faedin launched off at the same time; Calli couldn't do any real damage, but she wanted Anobon to feel pain for his deeds with Nagaru. Their blades pierced his chest, causing a multitude of crystals to explode outwards. We followed our procedure again, this time with a twist; he began summoning blades and throwing them at us. When we jumped again, me, Jonathan, and Levon jumped, but Levon was simply jumping because he secretly had come to love Callie, and was willing to make him feel pain for her emotion.

Finally, the last time we reapeted this, Fyrulosor, Sylvyr, and Blazescale launched into him. he fell and was on the gorund silent.

"Ugh.....YOU WRETCHED BRATS!!!! I'll have you know you stand before a demon! Or should i say....a WEAPON WITHOUT MERCY!" Anobon said angrily.

We began dueling hand to hand. Eventually, he kicked me away. But he had gottn injured; I knew he wasn't going to last long. Finally, him and Fyrulosor dueled. The fight was too bright and fast for me to see, but I could tell the anguish in it. Eventually, Fyrulosor settled down, blade to the ground, and Anobon with a massive hole where his chest diamond should've been; it had been all but removed and shattered.

"You....you think you've won.......but all this while.........................my King has been feeding off of the Ancient Dragon Tusk in Loc Lac city.....for I left my blade here, and my soldiers carried it there..........Loc Lac is now ours.............OURS.....ME AND MY MASTER'S, FOR ALL ETERNITY!!!!!!!!!!!!" Anobon said with glee. Just as he did, his body dissssolved into a large black blade with bloody letters scrawled on it. The true form of Fatlis ememerged from the castle's inner sanctem, where an altar had been assembled. We knew Loc Lac was taken over, for they had done that while we fought, so obvously the altar was soley for his human form's ressurection. The creature, calling himself The Fatalithe, grabbed up the blade and swung it.

"Oh no......all hope is lost.....the prophecy.............has failed!! Fatalithe shall rule! His very ressurection is proof! Go! Go back! Escape, all of you!" Sylvyr said. As he did, Loc Lac city turned a dismal black color and smoke emerged. We backed away as Sylvyr distracted Fatalithe.

As we loked back, Sylvyr was already waning. With a last blast of light, he was gone, and Fatalithe was returning to Loc Lac, to truly begin his invasion.

Moga Knight Memoirs Prolougue/Epilogoue of The Moga Libertarian Chronicles(MGLChronicles

'''And thus ends this part of Moga Knight Memoirs. Shall be continued in The Moga Libertarian Chronicles.''' Fatalis Demon Lord true form. Also Demis'es artwork. I do't own pic.Added by Ceadeuslayer27*Spikershoot: Small handguns that have three barrels loaded with spikes in front of a gunpowder charge, and empowered by some kind of monster fang. =Author's Notes=

The story may be finished, but it would have been LOADS harder without these guys.

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