fantasynovels: Celestial Zone 2.1 Fanfic Novel - Chapter 1: The Pendant of Sapphire Roses

Friday, March 28, 2008

Celestial Zone 2.1 Fanfic Novel - Chapter 1: The Pendant of Sapphire Roses

author's notes: Might be a bit boring to some. Please bear with it, i try to make it more interesting. I'm just giving depth to the story.

It was the year 1980, outskirts of Japan; a slight cloud covered the sky to the north. The moon was out, but half hidden by clouds. The winds were blowing fiercely from the northeast, sending waves over the tall grass. It suited the purpose of a lone figure in long trench coat and a hat pulled low, covering the face.

“Tch! Such a lovely weather and I’m out on a boring field mission. Nothing but sky meets earth on this desolate plain,” muttered the figure, stroking his carefully trimmed goatee.

“Not that I mind when it starts getting lively.” He added, after a quick grin.

Just then, a convoy of wagons could be seen in the distance, slowly plodding along what little dirt track the plain had. This sight in itself had nothing out of the ordinary; rather it could not have been more common in such places. However, the goods in the wagon were not to be taken lightly. The wagons were own by a smuggling syndicates and used to transport ancient relics. Most of the relics were useless; they were simply just things found in some ruins of an earlier civilization, save one.

A pendant that emits psychic energy waves. An oddity if there ever was one. The mission of the lone man was to acquire that particular pendant. Its value as a normal relic was not high, the design was rather plain and it seemed to originate from an unknown ruin. However, its value to the man and his organization was priceless. Inset with a dozen small sapphires roses around an engraving of a hawk, it gives an impression of being at most the property of the wife a rather wealthy merchant.

“Fast Hands! Target in sight.” A micro speaker in the man’s ears whisper quietly.

“Affirmative. Proceed when the target is in the red zone. Don’t screw up, Bomber. I’ll gut you if you blow up the target. Knives, Flair, in position.” Fast Hands replied. Feeling somewhat energized and shaking with excitement, he allowed himself a slow smile before focusing entirely at the task at hand.

There was no answer from either of them. It came as a high pitch scream followed by a large explosion.

“Now this is what I call, entertainment.” Fast Hands grinned widely. Gathering his powers about him, he took a leap off his perch and into the plains proper.