Pyra the Dragon Master
Queen of Dragons
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- Seen Nov 20, 2007
This fanfic is another collaboration I?m doing, and the partner in question is named VL Trunks. It?s an F-Zero fanfic, and it?s mostly based around his F-Zero character, Saito Azaki. The only reason that I got pulled into it was because he had read my other fanfics on other boards and asked me to bring his ideas to life. Most of these are characters that we created, but we do include the original racers from the games to, heh, have fun and help move the plot along. There are also lyrics scattered throughout the story since he felt it was better to put them in to help with the mood. Not my style, but hey, it?s mostly his fanfic, not mine. Hope you enjoy!
By: Pyra and VL Trunks
Prologue
From the top to the bottom
Bottom to the top I stop
At the core, I?ve forgotten
In the middle of my thoughts
Taken far from my safety
The pictures there
The memory won?t escape me
A small 4-year-old boy walked down the street, he was dressed in ragged clothing with sunglasses far too big for him on his forehead. He had spiky red hair and many cuts were on his face. He had no one to go to, nowhere to live, and he was constantly being whipped by the Bloody Chain Gang. Michael Chain thinks he can push him around. He slowly looked into the sun, which was setting fast. Rain started to fall from the sky. Mute City was horrible. Across the street he saw a man getting robbed, he saw people fighting and many other bad things. He shut his eyes and crawled into the ally, hoping he would never see this evil place again.
We?re stuck in a place so dark you can hardly see
The manner of matter that splits with the words I breathe
And as the rain drips acidic questions around me
I block out the sight with the powers that be
And duck away into the darkness
Time?s up
I wind up in a rusted world with eyes shut so tight that it blurs into the world of pretend
And the eyes ease open and it?s dark again
He tried to remember his family in his dreams, but they were forgotten.
From the top to the bottom
Bottom to the top I stop
At the core, I?ve forgotten
In the middle of my thoughts
Taken far from my safety
The pictures there
The memory won?t escape me,
But why should I care?
In the memory you?ll find me Eyes burning up
The darkness holding me tightly
Until the sun rises up
He woke up a little dizzy and stumbled into another alley. This one made him nauseous. He was right near a chemical lab! He ran out of the alley and lifted his head up to see a yellow light coming from a TV. A man sat there watching it. He turned away and hopped into a machine that wasn?t moving, took out a crumbled out piece of paper, and began to write about what had happened to him. Then he slowly fell asleep.
Listen to the sound
Dizzy from the ups and downs
I?m nauseated by the polluted rock that?s all around
Watching the wheels of the cars that pass
I look past to the last of the light and the long shadow it casts
A window grows and captures the eye
And cries out a yellow light as it passes me by
And a young shadowy figure sits in front of a box
Inside a building of rocks with antennas on top, now
Nothing can stop in this land of the pain
The sane lose not knowing they were part of the game
And while the inside changes
The box stays the same and the figure inside could bare anyone?s name
The memories I keep from a time like then
I put on my paper so I can come back to them
Someday I?m hoping to close my eyes and pretend
That this crumbled up paper can be perfect again
In a snow-covered forest, a lone wolf emerged from the trees. He smelled a human. He turned and saw a small boy with red hair lying in the snow. It knew that in a few minutes, he would be dead. The wolf scooped him up and carried him away.
Yo, from the top to the bottom
Bottom to top I stop
At the core I?ve forgotten
In the middle of my thoughts
Taken far from my safety
The picture?s there
The memory won?t escape me
I?m here at this podium talking
The ceremonial offerings dedicated to urban dysfunctional offspring
What?s happening?
City governments are eternally napping
Trapped in greedy covenants
Causing urban collapse
And bullets that scar souls with dark holes
Get more than your car stole, some parts be blacker than charcoal, for real
This society?s deprivation depends now on our differences but the separation within
No preparation is made
Limited aid, minimum wage
Living in a tenement cage where rent isn't paid
Tragedy within a parade
The darkness overspreads like a permanent plague
I'm the forgotten
In the memory you'll find me
Eyes burning up
The darkness holding me tightly
Until the sun rises up
Howl of the Wolf
By: Pyra and VL Trunks
Prologue
From the top to the bottom
Bottom to the top I stop
At the core, I?ve forgotten
In the middle of my thoughts
Taken far from my safety
The pictures there
The memory won?t escape me
A small 4-year-old boy walked down the street, he was dressed in ragged clothing with sunglasses far too big for him on his forehead. He had spiky red hair and many cuts were on his face. He had no one to go to, nowhere to live, and he was constantly being whipped by the Bloody Chain Gang. Michael Chain thinks he can push him around. He slowly looked into the sun, which was setting fast. Rain started to fall from the sky. Mute City was horrible. Across the street he saw a man getting robbed, he saw people fighting and many other bad things. He shut his eyes and crawled into the ally, hoping he would never see this evil place again.
We?re stuck in a place so dark you can hardly see
The manner of matter that splits with the words I breathe
And as the rain drips acidic questions around me
I block out the sight with the powers that be
And duck away into the darkness
Time?s up
I wind up in a rusted world with eyes shut so tight that it blurs into the world of pretend
And the eyes ease open and it?s dark again
He tried to remember his family in his dreams, but they were forgotten.
From the top to the bottom
Bottom to the top I stop
At the core, I?ve forgotten
In the middle of my thoughts
Taken far from my safety
The pictures there
The memory won?t escape me,
But why should I care?
In the memory you?ll find me Eyes burning up
The darkness holding me tightly
Until the sun rises up
He woke up a little dizzy and stumbled into another alley. This one made him nauseous. He was right near a chemical lab! He ran out of the alley and lifted his head up to see a yellow light coming from a TV. A man sat there watching it. He turned away and hopped into a machine that wasn?t moving, took out a crumbled out piece of paper, and began to write about what had happened to him. Then he slowly fell asleep.
Listen to the sound
Dizzy from the ups and downs
I?m nauseated by the polluted rock that?s all around
Watching the wheels of the cars that pass
I look past to the last of the light and the long shadow it casts
A window grows and captures the eye
And cries out a yellow light as it passes me by
And a young shadowy figure sits in front of a box
Inside a building of rocks with antennas on top, now
Nothing can stop in this land of the pain
The sane lose not knowing they were part of the game
And while the inside changes
The box stays the same and the figure inside could bare anyone?s name
The memories I keep from a time like then
I put on my paper so I can come back to them
Someday I?m hoping to close my eyes and pretend
That this crumbled up paper can be perfect again
In a snow-covered forest, a lone wolf emerged from the trees. He smelled a human. He turned and saw a small boy with red hair lying in the snow. It knew that in a few minutes, he would be dead. The wolf scooped him up and carried him away.
Yo, from the top to the bottom
Bottom to top I stop
At the core I?ve forgotten
In the middle of my thoughts
Taken far from my safety
The picture?s there
The memory won?t escape me
I?m here at this podium talking
The ceremonial offerings dedicated to urban dysfunctional offspring
What?s happening?
City governments are eternally napping
Trapped in greedy covenants
Causing urban collapse
And bullets that scar souls with dark holes
Get more than your car stole, some parts be blacker than charcoal, for real
This society?s deprivation depends now on our differences but the separation within
No preparation is made
Limited aid, minimum wage
Living in a tenement cage where rent isn't paid
Tragedy within a parade
The darkness overspreads like a permanent plague
I'm the forgotten
In the memory you'll find me
Eyes burning up
The darkness holding me tightly
Until the sun rises up