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Chapter One
The girl was jumping around her little hut where no one could see her, she was covered from head to toe in white robes for she, Sennyo had finally finished her training and was ready to head out into the world. As she danced to the little music in her head she undressed and got out her traveling cloths. When she got all her cloths off she looked at her self in her reflecting glass.
Her light brown hair was in a braid down her back and at the top of her head it was shorter in layers kind of. She was skinny she had a very small frame, her hourglass figure was hard to see but it was there. Her violet eyes looked back at herself, it looked as if she was anorexic but she ate more then she should’ve.
She laughed lightly and grabbed some cloths off of her bed and picked an outfit that most archers used, purple gloves that complimented her eye’s, boots up to her knee’s of the same colour as well as a short skirt that only covered a little of her. She slipped a pair of brown shorts on that stuck to her skin under her skirt, her turtle necked no sleeved shirt that same brown. The last things she put on were a shoulder armour that was brown and purple at the same time. A bunch of buckles on her legs and her right hand.
She left the hut as many of her peer’s congratulated her. She headed to the temple that was dedicated to the Goddess in which her name was taken from. As she passed all the white marble building’s she saw the first of the four temples, which were on the grounds.
The first was to the god of strength, Kishi. The temple’s marble was grey like silver but it glittered in the moonlight, and supposedly the God had grey eye’s that resembled the moon on full moon’s. She ran her finger’s over the marble and one of her nails where caught on part of the inscription. She put her face closer to read and it read: He died bravely so we could live though he was the last one to live he saw his best friend, his motivator, and his love die.
“That’s so sad,” she whispered to no one in particular as she wiped a tear from her face. Her ear’s in which she had folded down pocked out from behind of her hair when she heard a sound like water on stone, she ran where the sound was coming from; the dry well.
She looked in and saw an odd glow her eyes widened at the beautiful sight of blue, silver, gold and the colour that stood out the most, violet. She jumped in to feel the cold rush of water on her ankles. She looked straight into the water and colours and reached her gloved hand in and pulled out a bow of the best make, oak. She reached back in biting her lip until it started bleeding, pulling out a quiver of silver headed arrows.
Sennyo the elf smiled for no apparent reason and buckled the quiver to her hip and slung her bow over her shoulder. She climbed nimbly out and headed towards the temple again smiling at her new bow and arrow’s…
The boy scowled at his mother, his short black hair swaying slightly in the breeze, his grey eyes piercing his mother’s gaze. He was taller then her by at lest two inches, he was muscularly built.
“Fine!” he yelled at his mother and his trainer. They told him he wasn’t skilled enough with a broadsword to use one so he was to try a mace, the conversation played over and over in his head:
“You idiot! You know you can’t use sword’s why not try the mace you are much better with one of those!”
“Because swords are more powerful !”
“Well you can’t!” His trainer yelled and dismissed him.
He growled at the thought and ran to the top of his favourite tower. It was the tallest one and had an awesome very of the grounds, the brick buildings and of the forest. He could eve see the river that gave him his drinking water, seeing his sister at the river trying to lift a heavy barrel of water and succeeding made him feel good.
Kishi the squire sighed at sat down but unlike usual he didn’t find that his rear hit cool bricks but a sharp metal object. He turned to find a mace, it was glowing blue, gold, violet and mostly silver grey like his eyes. He touched the weapon and the colour faded.
He grabbed the mace and swung it with great strength that no human should posses. He looked down at his brown and grey squire cloths, he smiled at the thought of when he was a knight and he was wearing shining metal. Also in his little day dream he was surrounded by beautiful maidens but one caught his attention, she looked familiar but he never saw her, she had violet eyes and big pointed ear’s. She was lovely in his eyes, now where have I seen her before?
His day dreamed ended leaving him confused, but Kishi shrugged it off and headed off toward the temple of Kishi. But as soon as he reached the grounds of where all of the temples were he past the first one, Tejina.
The temple was red like the magic that god wielded. It was made of marble like the other temples. Kishi looked up at statue of the god, he looked friendly and he read what was left of the inscription: He loved a monster that was beautiful in his eyes; he looked to his best friend, his motivator, and his lover for help.
“Wimp,” he muttered but smiled up at the statue.
He cast his last fireball before collapsing on the floor. “Good job young one! You pass and greater things wait for you.”
The boy stood up as tall as he could and bowed leaving the room, his training and his master behind. Bolting it to his house he barged it to see his mother and father talking and smile at him, he smiled back to answer them and ran up the stairs to his room.
He got undressed as fast as he could and slid on new silk robes, new bronze wrist bracer’s and grabbing his grandfather’s staff. He walked down stairs staff in hand and headed to his sanctuary in the woods, but taking the ‘scenic route’ by the temples.
He was tall and slim, brown hair that fell into his eyes, which were a dark blue. His robes red like his fire with blue trimming for his eyes. The cloth under his robe’s were just a plain tunic and pants.
He headed for the end of the temple grounds when Tejina the mage decided to visit a different temple for once. He headed for the Black marble one and peered inside. There were few candles lighted and even fewer people for all wore black. He walked out and looked at the statue of the goddess of the temple to his surprise it was Neko. He placed a hand over the foot of the statue.
“She must’ve been misunderstood… Poor girl.” He whispered to himself.
He bent to read the inscription of the goddess, it read: Before she died she told her best friend, her competition, and her one love: sorry.
He prayed to her and continued down the path to the forest. Tejina hummed a happy song as he walked in the woods. A flash of light brought him back to reality, the light shone gold, silver, violet and mostly blue. A staff stood in the middle of the light. He dropped his current one and reached out to the other. The light dissipated and he examined it, it had a wooden shaft with a blade that looked like a quarter moon.
He smiled as he walked back to show his mother but he forgot the other staff. When he was out of the forest the wooden staff decayed to nothing.
She heard the growl that was made from her master’s throat and smiled inwardly, so you can feel pain master? She thought to herself.
“Good hit kitty!” he teased her. She glared at him and he nodded dismissing her from her daily workout. She stuck her tongue at him and walked away her tail waving with her hips. She walked to her hut and plunked herself down on her mat, in her room. She got undressed from her sweaty cloth.
She undid her hair from it’s pony tail, she shock her head vigorously and brushed her clawed fingers threw her hair as her cat ear’s popped up. The crimson colour of her hair and tail was awkward with her pale skin. She was average height, and covered in bruises at the moment. She walked over to the pile of cloth in which she called her ‘cloths’. She picked up a silk Hakama and walked out looking like the girl she was.
She saw her mother, as she walked from the barracks like a woman not a warrior. He mother smiled looking at her beautiful daughter, Neko the warrior woman. Her red hair down to her ankles, her bushy tail the same colour as her hair, her golden eyes, and her hourglass figure. She was every Felinoids dream look.
Then she looked back in her mind to about a half hour ago when her daughter was training sword arts. Her hair tied up so she wouldn’t trip, her eyes shining with amusement, and her tail bouncing up and down with her movements, her slender body covered in sweat and armour.
“Neko my daughter!” she smiled at her daughter, giving her the traditional meow. Neko smiled sheepishly and told her everything about her day not forgetting to add that she knew she was there, because she could hear her thoughts in motion.
They smiled and went their different ways, Neko walked happily towards the all mighty volcano of the cats. She sighed and breathed in the beautiful scent of molten rocks and frowned, there was something else down there. She jumped it spinning and flipping and following her nose.
She was brought to a cave deep inside and sniffed around and found a Katana lying there unchecked in its sheath. She stealthily walked over and picked it up. She pulled the Katana out of its sheath it was light to her and she swung it around spinning it on her hand. She smiled out of spite.
She got to her knee’s and prayed to the goddess she got her name from. She got up dusted her self off and spoke to herself, “Tonight I’ll be a real warrior, Heck Yes!” she screamed out. Her purring voice echoed and she sung to herself as she hopped out of the dormant volcano.
She walked the long way passing the makeshift temples they had made from wood and mud like everything else in that village. She passed the one of a goddess thinking it was Neko she entered to find a statue of an elf. She looked to one of the priests there and asked about what the inscription read.
“Ah, good question, well you look at the statue of Sennyo the cleric, the inscription reads: She died hoping that she, her best friend, her helper and her love would live again in harmony.” He read from a scroll in his hand.
She nodded looked at the statue again smiling one of her rare smiles and went on her way hand on her hilt. Hoping that she wouldn’t screw up her ceremony.
!~Perfectly~Nobody~! · Thu Aug 17, 2006 @ 04:24am · 0 Comments |
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