Platinum Heart: Its never dawn

Summary: Lloyd awakens to a mysterious Platinum haired woman who calls herself by the time at witch the sun sets and now he finds himself trying to prevent history from repeating itself.

Pairings: Eve / Lloyd (it’s a warship thing)

Feedback: >.> well I haven’t gotten much but I suppose that’s because its LOD

Author’s notes: Well I suppose it had to be done I’ve revised the first chapter and now I’m goanna attempt to write the second and post it preferably soon.

Disclaimer: Eve is a half dragon half Angel character I used in D&D I don’t own Legend of Dragoon. Dress Rehearsal was written by Elexis Newton and not me. you reviewers can thank her for being kind enough to let me use it, and I would like it if you remember the poem when you notice Eve's behavior don't worry all will be explained later

----------Dress Rehearsal----------

The world outside or the world within, I can't break out without breaking the skin.

I'm holding on cause I can't let go, it's incredible how much you don't know.

Gifted with a curse blessing in disguise, trying to fight but I can't remember why.

Knowing all there is and all there is to come, I can't seem to make good with the sun.

Seeking how far I have to go and the spaces in-between.

I have to see the light of day, but it can't see me.

All impossible things come within time, I am lost but I am also blind.

Find me in the darkness see me in the light, don't come in unless you are ready to fight.

I hear it all yet I don't hear a thing I'm lost in my own mind, solitarily confined.

I'm able to fly without wings, see me soar it's an amazing thing.

Build me up let me down.

Open your eyes to see my face, close your eyes your mind's erased.

All I know and all I see is here for you, don't ignore me all I feel all the pain.

There is no joy only blame.

I see the people in my life they don't see me.

Were all disguised, Show your true colors show your true self.

There is nothing left but all I've felt.

Let me go I'll let you see the truth that lies inside of me.

Treat me well you'll share my curse, all that's in me has been rehearsed.

----------Prologue: Revival of a lost soul-----------

It didn't seem so important now, but it kind of did thin. Why he risked his life, why he died, but his was unexplained. Why was he in a void of all things he sacrificed himself something he would never have dome on his own, that was what didn't make since. He heard the winglies moved on to do greater things, it didn't seem such a loss to him. But it was his sacrifice.

There were still thing he had yet to do but he never truly wanted to have to do them to begin with, thus is didn't matter anymore. He was gone from that plain of existence. It was no longer his home. But thin again why did he feel like he needed to go back, he had to do something he was there in a void and he had to be someplace else.

He felt he was being called and without the slightest bit of notion on his part he flowed the voice, a melody sang by wigly mothers to there children. Before he knew it the void was gone, he was in a world of feeling once more but it wasn't living yet or so he thought. He didn't know what to make of this new place. He felt a hand on his solder and turned to meet the face of a goddess standing before him.

She was radiant, her long silver hair fell to cover her exposed forum and she had piercing narrow brown eyes sounded by sharp futures that were filed with knowledge, her pail skin had a golden glow to it and for a mere second he was speechless. He saw what every man dreamt of having as a wife, gorgeous youthful body, and the black tears under her eyes gave her an exotic quality. He knew through some faint empathy that she wasn't the one to be graceful if her appearances were the only thing he was paying attention to.

She smiled at him "You are the one called Lloyd?"

"Yes," he responded, "where am I?"

"Soulestia, but you don't belong here yet, nether do I, you are to come with me to the world below the plain of witch you recently left."

"What?"

"I know you are quite confused, all will be explained to you as soon as we arrive."

"Who are you?"

"The arc angel of the winglies, I know 'I'm a girl I can't be who I say.'"

"You are right I don't believe a word you are saying." He looked at her with a coked eyebrow.

She just laughed as she popped a few bones in her back, Lloyd was curious now tows pops didn't sound healthy. He walked closer to her to see if she was all right when he noticed something behind her move. He took a step back as her wings unfolded and before him he saw the goddess of the Platinum heart in all her glory, her massive silvery wings stretched to there fullest. He felt so small they were truly magnificent. "Do you believe now?" she asked.

Lloyd just stood there speechless there was no way, the wingly god was a man not a woman, yet here was the arc angel of the winglies before his eyes saying that he was to accompany her to the would of the living.

Lloyd awoke with a splitting headache. Did he manage somehow to survive? Was that just a crazy dream? No, it couldn’t be there was something wrong, there was someone there. He looked up to see a fairly young woman with short silver hair that barely touched her solders and lovely black tear tattoos running down her cheeks, they were the same eye markings as before.

He approached her slowly wondering what had grabbed her attention away from her, before he could reach her there was a sharp pain in his side, he rubbed his black shirt with his hand and found that he was bleeding. He turned around to catch a glimpse of a varage and a very angry one at that. The goddess was apparently afraid, but he knew it wasn’t for the monster that she felt fear. She had said she needed him, she was afraid she wasn’t going to be able to help him this time.

Lloyd felt a strong urge to live one that meant doom for the varage, he glared at the beast causing it to jump a bit, “mercenary of light honor thee pledge to my kin, allow me to call forth what was once lost to us.” He whispered, venom dripping from every word he spoke, it wasn’t the wingly spells he knew so well something told him that they were that of the varage and he didn’t like varage.

It cringed as his wings appeared, that wasn’t a wise move, he could have had a wingly servant but instead had to be stupid and pierce the frail creators flesh. Now his wings grew in size no longer reliant on the magic ones but they were growing bone, blood rich mussels, flesh, and feathers. It suddenly became clear that he was one of the few remaining full-blooded Winglies and it would take quite a bit of inbreeding to rekindle the Wingly blood in the clans. The Varage only succeeded in making things worse for themselves, they shouldn’t have taken the Dragoons for granted.

Alone the seven Dragoons dealt devastating damage to the Varage empire, and with the manifestation of the Divine Dragoon only meant thing got worse, but always there was that one dragoon, a woman with silver hair and six wings each set repenting a aspect of the old Winglies.

Grace, Divinity, and Knowledge, were what her wings resented. It was a belief that the Winglies thought there magic’s to the dragons and insured a sacrifice spell witch would allow the dragons to sacrifice there power and life-force to a human, this however didn’t prevent the dragon from regaining its power. This incident reminded her of when she was little. She remembered the story of her name well. Her parents had called her Eve because a seer had foretold that she would die on the eve of her birth. It never occurred to them that meant she would become a Dragoon.

She remembered her first visit with the platinum dragon Bahamut, he had told her that he would invoke the spell to forge a Dragoon sprit from part of his regarded that she watch over the Winglies and ensure that they never be enslaved. She had done just that and now was trying even on her deathbed to ensure the varage never gain their wingly slaves back. And there was Lloyd, invoking the ancient power the Winglies had before the varage, the power of the heavens, the power of one of the most powerful angelic hybrids, they didn’t quite know it but all Winglies were half dragon and half angel and like it or not the golden scales had vanished in turn for scales so small that their skin felt frail and week as that of a human.

But inside she knew eventually that was how they evolved under the care of the Varage, she also knew that Lloyd had regained the scaly hide and actually devolved in order to take a stronger forum. Such an occurrence could have been the result of his earlier demise. She now watched as Lloyd darted in and out of danger to deliver devastating aerial attacks.

He was absolutely gorgeous in her eyes. He seemed to dance through the sky with unbound grace. She let a smile cress her lips, he was defiantly worth the strain to revive. Rather or not he was interested in her she didn’t care seeing him fight with so much passion was all she needed to be satisfied, partly in knowing she was going to gain a powerful ally.

She watched knowing there was nothing she could do now for him he had to survive the battle ahead, she knew he knew this was his test. Her smile turned to a look of dread, as the varage got smart and sent a tentacle through Lloyds through.

The pain was horrible, it didn’t just hurt to be pierced it hurt to see the look on his goddesses face. He wished he could trade his hardened skin for her smile. Thin he was enraged at the varage once more, it dare hurt his goddess, regarded it hurt him too but he didn’t care about that. He lived now to serve his goddess no other reason. He sent forth a ball of powerful flame to scorch the flesh of the varage and thin he pulled the beast high into the air knowing he had crippled its flight. This was no mere simple feet, the varage was much heavier thin a human, witch made all the more challenging. Good Lloyd loved challenges, this was just the same he pulled the varage as high as he could and slammed the creator into the ground from a devastating height. The varage didn’t have much time to react before he wound up smut on the ground. However the gothic wingly didn’t have enough energy to stay aloft and fell to the ground as well, fortunately he was close enough to the ground that it was like he was just thrown, and not thrown of a cliff. Thou he seriously doubted it would kill him at this point in time, but there was the fact of his constant bleeding neck.

He twitched as he felt warm hands surround the wounds and a foreign energy enter his wounds. It felt very odd as his wound of his neck mend in an instant, it also tingled witch aggravated him slightly. Nothing was meant to feel this good, especially not coming from a goddess who was suppose to be angered at him for his past sins. She was smiling at him, what did he do? What was it that he had accomplished to make her smile at him?