well, here goes nothing.
Prologue: stop right by here feel free to leave a comment there.
Chapter 1:
the room was a flurry of activity. "get his armor off now" "he's got no pulse doc" "where are those paddles?"
A set of glowing eyes quickly rushed two pads through the air, a blue mist shrouding them, and brought them down forcefully on the figures chest.
"Where'd you find the poor guy?" "he walked but-" "what" "his eyes weren't lit doc" the doctors arms dropped for a brief moment before gathering the mist around him and bringing the pads down on the knight's chest again. A hush fell over the room as they stared at the doctor, his eyes fixed to the soldier before him, bringing the pads down again and again, praying for some sign of life from within.
After what seemed an eternity, the monitor gave a single pulse, followed by another. Slowly the knight's eyes flickered on, and he took in his surroundings. "how did you do it." said the doctor flatly, keeping his gaze intently on the knight. "do what?" "get here, you where... powered down." "I don't know, I remember those... things and then. here". The doctor shifted his gaze to one of the guards at the door, "he does not leave this room, understand?" "sir, Lord General has asked for his pre-" "He DOESN'T! Leave. there are no questions." the doctor snarled, moving past the guards, and out into the hallway. "We still don't know how he came here, if he is truly a knight" the voice echoed down the hallway, growing dimmer, as Roth finally leaned himself on his elbows, taking in the crisp whiteness of the office around him, tracing the medical devices back to himself, the electrodes stuck to his face and chest. His gaze finally fell on the two guards stationed at his door, both in full dragon scale.
After several minutes, one of the knights unsheathed the blade from his belt, slowly raising it towards Roth, "time to go, you've got a date with the head of command." "but the doctor said-" "eff the doctor, he holds no authority above the Lord General's, grab your armor, and lets go". Following the knights lazily pointed sword, Roth saw his armor stacked in one of the corners, right by the figure bathed in red. He screamed, jumping back and taking cover behind the table. "whats a phantom doing here" "the heck you talking about? there's nothing there." Roth shifted his gaze between the now annoyed knight and the red figure beside his armor, staring intently at him. "Look, if you want to go out in your civvies, that's fine, I'm not taking any flack for it." sighing, the other knight grabbed Roth by the neck and dragged him from behind the table, the first knight trailing behind him. Roth got one last, good look at the shape beside his armor, as it waved at him, a gleam in it's eyes.
I have literally never written before, so any and all feedback would be great. I know what I'm doing next... somewhat..... so I will probably put that up once I can keep my eyes open
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