I don't own Legend of Dragoon (obviously) but I do own Kaylae, the Typhoon Spear, The Gangeon assassain (by the way, Gangeon is not a place in the game) and the plot. Enjoy.

A Wingley from the Forest

by Rose the Dark Warrior

For every knight in battle, there should be a weapon by his side. But this battle, was about a weapon. Not just any weapon, but the Typhoon Spear. A javelin with great and deadly power. This battle, no one was brave enough to fight it. No one even knew about.

Lavitz Slambert, Head of the First Knighthood in the Basil Army, had finally found a match he could not win. He knelt down on his knee, weak and wounded, still clutching his own spear by his side to stay balanced. A few small rivers of crimson streamed across his stained eyebrow and down his scarred cheek. He put up an outstanding fight, but it wasn't enough. He looked at his opponent with anger. This man had the adavntage as long as he had the Typhoon Spear. He was an assassain sent from Gangeon, the enemy country. His black cloak whipped in the wind. He had short raven hair and upon his face was a murderous expression. Lavitz knew he could not survive anymore attacks from this opponent and looked around at the rest of the forest. Its was the middle of summer and the forest had a green glow from the sun shining through the broad green leaves. It wasn't the worst place to die. This forest on the outskirts of Bale was where Lavitz first dreamed of becoming a knight and spent a lot of time as a child with a wooden spear his father made.

Young Lavitz ran around the open space surrounded by tall oak trees. He fought off imaginary monsters and enemies, clumsily slashing about a wooden spear. "I'm going to be the best knight ever," he would say to himself.

"This is pathetic," the assassain scowled, "If I defeated the leader of of the Basil knights so easily, I won't even break a sweat with the rest of the army."

Lavitz mustered his strength and threatened, "If you shed a single person's blood, I will shed yours!"

The Gangeon assassain approached Lavitz and kicked him hard in the ribs and onto his back. He lifted the Typhoon Spear, "I will just be a kind-hearted soul and kill you off quick so you won't have to see Gangeon crush Basil to the ground."

A second before he began the attack, a voice rang out, "Leave him alone!"

The next second, the assassain was flying in the air and landed ten feet away on his back. Standing there was a girl standing tall and defensive, who had bashed him away with the rage of a mad bull. She held a shining stilletto in her right hand. He stumbled to his feet, angry as a hornet. He looked at his hand to find he had dropped the Typhoon spear and she held it in her left grasp.

He pulled a sharp dagger from his belt, "Do you have any idea who you are dealing with."

She didn't speak nor move, but stare at him with flame. He unleashed his voice and fury as he charged at her with the dagger. She didn't even flinch, but dodged it at the last second. The assassain whipped around and combated with a slashing frenzy. The she was too fast for him to hit, except the last hit which only gave her a thin cut across the shoulder. Now it was her turn. She launched a brilliant attack of swordsmanship with nimble skill. Every hit counted. Everything was perfectly executed. When she stopped, the assassain's clothes were shining with blood. He scurried away like a frightened novice, and out of the forest. She slid the stilletto back into its sheath on her belt and turned to Lavitz, who was flat on his back with weakness. He was completely amazed.

Lavitz looked at this skilled warrior. She had long silver hair which was falling out of its braid and shining in the sunlight. Her eyes were an undescribable hazel, and when her head turned streaks of forest green flashed across them. Underneath the right eye was a pink scar trailing down her cheek. She couldn't have been a day over twenty.

Lavitz had so many questions running through his mind that he wanted to ask her like How did you learn to fight like that? and Where are you from?, but he could only ask, “Who are you?”

She knelt down next to him and pulled a little leather backpack off her back, "My name is Kaylae. I live here in the forest."

Her speech was articulate and with such clarity. Kaylae opened the bag and pulled out a clean bandana and a small bottle of clear, purple liquid. Lavitz tried to sit up, but a terrible ache seized his body. Kaylae gently lifted his head and rested it on her lap, then poured a few drops from the bottle onto the bandana and started dabbing at the gash above his eyebrow. Instantly, Lavitz felt the pain fade away with the wound. She tended to his wounds with a caring heart, and Lavitz couldn't help this feeling like he was light enough run across a cloud.

"What is that stuff?" he asked.

She wiped his eyebrow clean and started treating a bleeding wound on his shoulder, “It’s my homemade medicine for treating wounds. I don’t have any money to buy Healing Potions.”

Lavitz looked up at her as she tended to his shoulder, noticing several strands of silver falling over her eyes, "I’ve never seen a human with silver hair before."

After his shoulder was completely renewed, she replied, “That is because I am not a human. I am a wingley.”

Lavitz couldn’t believe what he had just heard. He always believed that winglies were legendary creatures with wings and magic powers that ruled the world 11,000 years ago. But something was wrong that puzzled him.

“If you are a wingley, then where are your wings.” he asked.

She finished healing a gaping open wound on his ribs, “My wings were stolen. A bandit cut them off when I was young. So now I am a fallen wingley. I can still remember how wonderful it was to fly.”

Lavitz finally summoned up enough strength to lift his head off of Kaylae's lap and sit up. She retrieved a flask of water from the backpack and handed it to Lavitz. As he drank, several thoughts ran through his head.

Why is a wingley, the ancient enemy of humans, helping me? Why does she live in this forest when there is a whole world to explore. She won't have any trouble being the fantastic fighter she is.

After enough time, Lavitz was ready to stand on his feet again. He picked up the Typhoon Spear and his own spear and was ready to return to Bale.

"Well, you'd best be getting on your way if you want to return to town before nightfall," Kaylae said as she slid her packback onto her shoulders. She turned around to head into the forest but Lavitz reached out and grabbed her arm before she departed.

"I..um..thanks," he chopped, releasing her arm.

She smiled back, "You're welcome. Farewell, Lavitz."

How does she know my name?

Back in the town of Bale, Lavitz was in the thrown room of the Basil Palace. It was his mission to return the Typhoon Spear to King Albert, rightful king to all of Serdio.

"Lavitz, excellent work on retrieving the Typhoon Spear," King Albert congratulated, "I am aware you know of it's importance."

Lavitz handed the spear to his Majesty Albert, "But I can not take the credit for this. I was helped."

"Helped?" Albert asked, "By who, your friend, Dart?"

"You won't believe me," Lavitz spoke.

King Albert locked the spear in a wooden case and handed it to the weapons master, "You are my most trusted knight. I'll believe it if you tell me."

Lavitz took a deep breath, "A wingley in the forest."

"A wingley?" Albert looked surprised, "In the forest outside Bale?"

"Yes, your majesty, a wingley." Lavitz assured.

"Lavitz, I'll believe you. By now you must be a little tired from your battle with that Gangeon theif. Why don't you return to your home." Albert dismissed.

Lavitz had the nicest, largest home in Bale. Because his father fell in war, his mother lives with him. Tonight, the sky was particularly clear and the stars resembled polished diamonds. Like many nights, he sat out on his roof to watch the stars. He had an excellant view of King Albert's castle all lit up. But these didn't matter tonight. All Lavitz could think about was Kaylae and what had happened earlier.

This is so strange. A wingless wingley rescues me and now I can't think straight. I wonder If King Albert really did believe me when I told him about her. Hmmm, she said she lived in the forest. Then why have I never seen a house in there the hundreds of times I've been there? Is she without shelter. Does she live with anybody?

For once, Lavitz climbs down the side of the house and ran to the forest without thinking. People that were still out were questioning where he was going in such a hurry, but didn't mind because they held respect for him.

As he entered the forest, he heard something very distant. His ears pricked for the sound. It was a song from a sweet voice. It could only be Kaylae. The farther he walked into the moonlit forest, the louder the voice became.

Meanwhile, Kaylae sat up high on the bough of a giant oak tree, watching the moon. She was singing a song to herself in a half-dream state.

When day turns into night

And there is no one left to fight.

I will promise to be true

Weilding a sword,

Standing next to you.

And when one of us is gone

At the early break of dawn.

I will look back to the things

That made me strong,

And gave me wings.

I just wanted you to know

That no matter where you go

And after all you've been through

I will always be standing next to you.

A tenor voice from down below woke her back up and almost scared her out of her skin, "Such a beautiful song."

Down below, Lavitz was looking up at her. She gracefully climbed down as quick as a squirrel and jumped the last ten feet.

Kaylae asked, "What are you doing here so late?"

Lavitz was a little lost for words, "I...uh..wanted to make sure that guy from Gangeon didn't come back."

She saw right through his lie. Kaylae may only be nineteen, but she wasn't blind. Lavitz looked at her. She was shivering in the same black sleeveless top and denim shorts. It was quite a bit colder than it was earlier. Only now, her stilletto was not on her belt and there was no backpack. He also noticed several bruises and burns on her arms.

"So..um...where do you live in here?" Lavitz asked.

Kaylae replied, "I don't have a house, I just sleep under a tree and hope it doesn't rain.

"Kaylae," Lavitz started, "You shouldn't stay out here unsheltered. I'm sure King Albert will allow you to live in the castle until we can build you a house or something."

"But your king is human. What if he doesn't like winglies?" She looked to the ground.

Lavitz assured, "King Albert is kind to everyone. You will be of no disliking to him. I just hope I've earned enough favors from him to ask if we can make you a home."

Kaylae jumped at him into a thankful hug, "Oh Lavitz. That would be wonderful! I've always wanted a home."

Seeing as how happy she was, Lavitz gently hugged back. A warm sense in him spread from his heart to his fingertips, a loving feeling. He had to admit, he wanted to hold her and make her happy.

"Ouch," Kaylae yelped.

Lavitz looked at her, "Whats wrong, did I hurt you?

As she released, the smile vanished from her face. She reached back and touched the spot where Lavitz and put his arm. Her face tensed up with pain. Lavitz saw that the back of her shirt was ripped up and there were red marks all over her back like someone attacked her with a whip.

"But there is one problem," she began, but was interrupted.

Suddenly, and arrow shot right between them, an inch or so from Lavitz's face and struck the giant oak beside them.

A voice crackled, "Get away from my wingley!"

Standing beside a gaggle of trees, a short cloaked bandit stood with his bow aimed at Lavitz. He shouted again, "I'll say it again. Get back from my Wingley!"

This time, he had to duck down to dodge the incoming arrow.

"What are you talking about? She doesn't belong to anyone!" Lavitz shouted back. He looked at Kaylae. Her head was bowed and she could not agree.

"I'm sorry, Lavitz," she closed her eyes, "I am his property. He is the bandit that stole my wings years ago."

He looked at her with sorrow in his eyes, "How? How does him having your wings make you his property?"

"When I was very young, he and a few bandits attacked my house and stole my little brother. I chased after them. I grabbed a sword because I was too young to learn magic. I saved my brother, but in the fight he cut off my wings. When I returned with my brother, my father banished me from our home. I didn't know any magic, and without wings I was no better than a human. He hated humans. He told me that I was to belong to whomever has posession of my wings." Kaylae told, a small pearly tear rolled from her eye to the corner of her rosey pink lips.

The bandit laughed like a croaking jackel, "So, Head Knight of Basil, there is nothing you can do. She is my wingley, and she always will be until one of us dies. Those wings aren't going to grow back."

The short cloaked figure pulled a little wooden whistle out of his pocket and blow a high, piercing note. All was silent.

"Lavitz! Watch out!" Kaylae jumped and thrusted Lavitz aside, an arrow struck her shoulder and she gave a painful scream.

She collapsed to her knees, grasping her shoulder to cover the bleeding.

"Kaylae!" Lavitz shouted, his heart jumped up his throat and back as he saw to her. She told him to run away. Run to safety.

He didn't listen. Even though Lavitz didn't bring his spear with him, he launched after another bandit, who was hiding behind a bush. With his bare fists he beat him until he was unconsious.

Kaylae's owner laughed again, "You can't beat all of us. We heavily outnumber you."

He was right. Lavitz looked around to see a wall of cloaked creatures approaching to surround him from the shadows. All of them holding some sort of sharp, rusty weapon. Kaylae looked up at him. She wanted to help him. She wanted to protect him. All her hatred towards the bandits and her love towards Lavitz was swarming her heart. A strange light started to envelope her. It was pure power.

The parade stopped moving and stared at Kaylae. Lavitz noticed the area around him was becoming lighter. Then he saw the light was coming from Kaylae. She was shaking on the spot. Then an explosion of energy burst out from her. Kaylae started rising into the air like some invisible force was lifting her. Even though she had no wings, she was flying. The arrow was still lodged in her shoulder and still bleeding. Her silver hair was flying everywhere and the braid whipping about. She held out her hands, her eyes were furious and shining, not hazel, but an emerald green.

"You've caused enough suffering," her outstretched hands started to glow, "I will send you all to the dead city, Mayfil."

Lavitz sheilded his eyes with his left arm. After a blinding flash of light, many screams of dying bandits, and the following silence, Kaylae fell back to the ground, landing like a fallen bird.

"Kaylae!" Lavitz jumped down and knelt beside her.

She looked at him and smiled, "You're okay. Why does my back hurt?"

Lavitz looked at her. Suddenly, fresh wings stretched out from behind her. He smiled, "You are no longer a fallen wingley."

She leaned over and felt her new, silky, left wing, and fell unconsious.

The darkness began to fade away, and a soft voice started to come through. Kaylae opened her eyes to see three blurry figures sharpen into view.

"You weren't lying when you spoke about a wingley, Lavitz"

"She will be just fine, we will just wait for her to wake up."

Lavitz's familar voice sighed in relief, "Oh good, she is coming around."

Kaylae looked around. She was in an unfamiliar room on a doctoring bed. The light of morning was shining through the windows. Lavitz looked at her as though he were just made king of Serdio. The other man was tall with brownish-blonde hair, long and loosely tied back. He wore such royal clothes that he had to be King Albert. The third man was a doctor.

King Albert spoke, "I wish to thank you for helping retrieve the Typhoon Spear and saving the life of my most trusted friend."

She felt her shoulder, the arrow was gone.

"What happened since I fell unconsious?" Kaylae asked, her hand still on her shoulder.

"Lavitz carried you into the castle and brought you here," the doctor spoke up, "After all the years, I have never seen him so worried."

Kaylae looked at Lavitz, who looked away and turned a shade of red.

"And..," King Albert began, "As a show of appreciation, we plan to build you a house here in Bale."

Kaylae's face lit up with happiness. She was almost in near tears of joy, "Oh, thank you for doing this, Lavitz."

King Albert coughed slightly, "Actually, you earned this favor. But Lavitz did asked of a favor from me."

All eyes looked at Lavitz. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a shiny silver object tangled around his fingers. He walked around behind the headboard of the bed and revealed a beautiful glittering necklace. Everyone took in a sharp breath and gasped at the magnificent piece of jewelry. He reached over her head and slid the necklace onto her neck. She climbed off the bed and stood up, looking at the sparkling jewels and shining silver, "It's beautiful."

Kaylae threw herself into Lavitz's loving embrace. There was no place she wanted to be in more than in his arms, and the same for Lavitz. A few pearly tears streamed from her eyes and stained Lavitz's armor. He felt the warm sensation of Kaylae's love flood his entire body. He bowed his head and met her warm lips in a passionate kiss. He couldn't ask for a greater gift, than this wingley from the forest.