Post by Zou ۞ on Apr 30, 2010 23:11:01 GMT -5
There isn't too much detail since this is a short story. This isn't any big project or any draft to one, this will never be bigger than a short story. I wrote this to entertain you guys. I'll post it chapter by chapter. Enjoy.
Winter Blood
Chapter 1
It was night time, and the forest was alive with the sounds of its nocturnal dwellers. Owls hooted, insects chirped, and predators snarled and howled at their prey. The trees of the forest still held most of their leaves. The winter snow had come early this year, catching many of the people that populated villages around the area by surprise. It was uncommon for there to be snow before the full moon of the Ghost Month. It was surely a bad sign, one that the superstitious lot of each village did not wish to ignore.
Crash! A tree tumbled to the ground with a mighty crack, and a thunderous crash, only slightly muffled by the soft blanket of white snow that was scattered across the ground, covered in the tracks of all creatures that traversed it. A figure blurred through the forest, running quickly away from a second figure, the two of them playing a game of cat and mouse as the second chased the first. The first swooped up and latched onto a branch, using it to swing onto another one several meters farther. The first used this new branch to swing into the tree tops, and start running across them. The second did not use this tactic, but instead chose to move faster, blurring through the woods to intercept the first at a later point. As the second reached a tree several yards from the first, he lashed out with an expert strike, lashing out at the tree with a katana that glowed yellow with energy, and glinted as it reflected a small beam of moonlight that made it through a crack in the dense leaves of the trees above. The second’s katana struck into the tree, and cleaved through it evenly, cutting it down and causing it to tumble to the ground.
The first lost his footing, landing face first in the snow as he attempted to drive out of the tree. The second quickly ran over to him, and raised his blade for the coup de grace. The first, by some miracle, managed to roll out of the way as the second chopped down. The first stood up again, and sprinted away. The second cursed, and ran after his prey again. At last, they made it out of the forest, running down a solemn stone brick road that had snow on each side surrounding it. The first was quickly running towards a village he saw in the distance, and the second was simply running after him, not caring if they made it to the village or not. It didn’t really matter if they did; the first would be cut down either way.
“Finally!” Aetos exclaimed as he stepped outside, holding his arms up. The snow had taken forever to finish falling, and he had waited the entire night, and half the day for this. Aetos wanted to take a trip into town, but he couldn’t if the snow didn’t stop. Snow storms were very common here in the winter time. He didn’t like being caught off guard. This was why he’d trained himself to fight, and honed his body for various challenges. In this small town which went by the name of Neon, Aetos had once been one of the weaker kids that were picked on by bullies all around. To compensate for this, he spent years to hone himself, and the result was positive. Seventeen years old Aetos was tall, around 5’10. He had a slight tan, and thin, compact muscularity to his frame. A six pack and the regular muscles along the rest of the torso and limbs and shoulders were all things that he possessed. Aetos full name was Aetos Magnika. It meant Majestic Eagle. His hair was a crew cut, short and dark brown, his eyes a clear hazel.
Aetos had dressed himself for the day out already, and so he had very little to worry about. He wore a dark blue t-shirt under a zipped up black puffy jacket, and black jeans. His shoes were black snow boots, and he wore a red scarf as well. Aetos trudged through the snow, moving away from his own home behind him, which he had come out of only moments before. After several minutes, he reached the village center, where people were already bustling about with their business. Merchants were selling some useful wares and some irrelevant trinkets, while random civilians were simply buying these things. All around, the houses and buildings were generally made of wood or bricks, and were all very compact or very large, no in between size established.
Aetos went about his business for several hours, moving through stores, meeting and conversing with friends, and then trudging back home. As he reached his door however, he heard something peculiar. It was the sound of someone’s ragged gasping, and getting closer. “Probably some loser that can’t exercise right…” he muttered. Just on cue however, he turned around to look, and someone crashed into him. Whoever bumped into Aetos was weak at that point, and so he fell to the ground while Aetos held his footing. “Watch it!” Aetos exclaimed. The newcomer stood up, staring at Aetos. “He’s coming…” he rasped. “I can’t face him anymore! He’ll destroy the whole village if this keeps up!” Aetos stared. “Who will?!” he at last demanded. He wasn’t sure who this newcomer was. The newcomer’s clothing was ordinary brown cloth, carved into strips by various slashes, the result of which was seen all across his heavily scarred body, through which blood was profusely flooding out. The newcomer had blue eyes, and orange hair, and he appeared to be in his 30’s. He dropped to one knee.
“Please…” he whispered. “You have to help…” Aetos was about to reply, when a spear shoved it’s way through the newcomer’s skull, piercing into it and out of the forehead, having come from behind. Aetos cried out and terror, jumping back against the entrance of his home, fumbling his hand behind him, trying to find the door knob and stick the key into the key hole. The man that killed the newcomer stepped forwards, revealing himself to be in black robes, and with glowing red eyes. His hair was a spiky black, and his skin was pale. He left the spear where it was, and pulled out a large scythe, seemingly out of thin air. “Accomplished…” he hissed. “Now I get to snack on the souls of the villagers…”
Aetos gasped, and, in desperation, rushed out at the dark man, who slashed him cleanly across the chest with the scythe, and then smashed the end of the hilt into Aetos’ gut, knocking him to the ground with blood spraying out. Aetos cried out in pain, and struggled to his feet, making another rush. The dark man whirled, kicking Aetos in the face, and smashing him against the wall of his own home, from which he tumbled to the ground, hitting the snow face first. He brought his face up so that he could look at his enemy with his eyes, staring at the man that promised to kill him, and the village. Aetos didn’t want to die, nor did he want any friends that he had in this village to die. But, what could he do? Aetos suddenly noticed something that he hadn’t noticed before. It was the hilt of a blade, held in a large scabbard on the dead newcomer’s hip.
Aetos, out of desperation, grabbed hold of the hilt. Suddenly, time seemed to freeze, and a voice spoke out loud. “This blade is magical property of The Rasskoovan. To wield it, you must accept the contract. Do you know the contract?” Aetos threw a puzzled look, and then replied no. “You must swear to take the place of this blade’s previous owner, you must swear allegiance to the Rasskoovan, and you must uphold and protect the Deite code. Will you accept the contract?” the voice spoke again. Aetos honestly had no other options, he had to accept the code or die. “Yes.” He said simply. Instantly, a blue energy encompassed him, surrounding him in its veil. Aetos stood up, his wounds seeming to close. He looked down, noticing his clothing had changed, and his wound really had healed. He wore the t-shirt and jeans, but the jacket was gone. In his right hand, Aetos held a large blade. He was surrounded by a blue aura of a flame-like energy, and the blade in his hand was a demonic looking buster sword. The handle was wrapped in red fabrics, and it was connected to the blade by the top end of the hilt, which is a miniature skeleton body, out of proportion and shape, but made out of a solid silver metal, and connected to a large blade. Aetos held the sword tightly clenched in his right hand, leaning the blade against his shoulder.
“Still going to burn the village?” he asked. “Impossible!” the dark man exclaimed. “Blue?! How! You are just a civilian! You are not a trained Moroshuu!” Aetos cocked his head to one side. “I’m not really sure what any of what you just said means, but I do know that I can protect my friends right now.” Aetos ran forward, slashing at the dark man, who became surrounded by a yellow flame like aura of energy. The blades of the two clashed, and Aetos’ blade cut halfway into the scythe, cracking it. Aetos ripped his blade away, and swung again. This time, a large flash of blue energy rolled out of his slash, ripping through the scythe and snapping it. With one final movement, Aetos cut cleanly into his enemy’s torso, severing him diagonally in half. The dark man burst into black sand, and was blown away by a sudden wind. The sand returned then, rematerializing as the dark man, who was dead and covered in blood, but who now wore white robes rather than black. Aetos shoved his blade into the ground. “Don’t threaten anything that I hold dear, you might end up regretting it.” He said very solemnly.
End of Chapter 1
Winter Blood
Chapter 1
It was night time, and the forest was alive with the sounds of its nocturnal dwellers. Owls hooted, insects chirped, and predators snarled and howled at their prey. The trees of the forest still held most of their leaves. The winter snow had come early this year, catching many of the people that populated villages around the area by surprise. It was uncommon for there to be snow before the full moon of the Ghost Month. It was surely a bad sign, one that the superstitious lot of each village did not wish to ignore.
Crash! A tree tumbled to the ground with a mighty crack, and a thunderous crash, only slightly muffled by the soft blanket of white snow that was scattered across the ground, covered in the tracks of all creatures that traversed it. A figure blurred through the forest, running quickly away from a second figure, the two of them playing a game of cat and mouse as the second chased the first. The first swooped up and latched onto a branch, using it to swing onto another one several meters farther. The first used this new branch to swing into the tree tops, and start running across them. The second did not use this tactic, but instead chose to move faster, blurring through the woods to intercept the first at a later point. As the second reached a tree several yards from the first, he lashed out with an expert strike, lashing out at the tree with a katana that glowed yellow with energy, and glinted as it reflected a small beam of moonlight that made it through a crack in the dense leaves of the trees above. The second’s katana struck into the tree, and cleaved through it evenly, cutting it down and causing it to tumble to the ground.
The first lost his footing, landing face first in the snow as he attempted to drive out of the tree. The second quickly ran over to him, and raised his blade for the coup de grace. The first, by some miracle, managed to roll out of the way as the second chopped down. The first stood up again, and sprinted away. The second cursed, and ran after his prey again. At last, they made it out of the forest, running down a solemn stone brick road that had snow on each side surrounding it. The first was quickly running towards a village he saw in the distance, and the second was simply running after him, not caring if they made it to the village or not. It didn’t really matter if they did; the first would be cut down either way.
“Finally!” Aetos exclaimed as he stepped outside, holding his arms up. The snow had taken forever to finish falling, and he had waited the entire night, and half the day for this. Aetos wanted to take a trip into town, but he couldn’t if the snow didn’t stop. Snow storms were very common here in the winter time. He didn’t like being caught off guard. This was why he’d trained himself to fight, and honed his body for various challenges. In this small town which went by the name of Neon, Aetos had once been one of the weaker kids that were picked on by bullies all around. To compensate for this, he spent years to hone himself, and the result was positive. Seventeen years old Aetos was tall, around 5’10. He had a slight tan, and thin, compact muscularity to his frame. A six pack and the regular muscles along the rest of the torso and limbs and shoulders were all things that he possessed. Aetos full name was Aetos Magnika. It meant Majestic Eagle. His hair was a crew cut, short and dark brown, his eyes a clear hazel.
Aetos had dressed himself for the day out already, and so he had very little to worry about. He wore a dark blue t-shirt under a zipped up black puffy jacket, and black jeans. His shoes were black snow boots, and he wore a red scarf as well. Aetos trudged through the snow, moving away from his own home behind him, which he had come out of only moments before. After several minutes, he reached the village center, where people were already bustling about with their business. Merchants were selling some useful wares and some irrelevant trinkets, while random civilians were simply buying these things. All around, the houses and buildings were generally made of wood or bricks, and were all very compact or very large, no in between size established.
Aetos went about his business for several hours, moving through stores, meeting and conversing with friends, and then trudging back home. As he reached his door however, he heard something peculiar. It was the sound of someone’s ragged gasping, and getting closer. “Probably some loser that can’t exercise right…” he muttered. Just on cue however, he turned around to look, and someone crashed into him. Whoever bumped into Aetos was weak at that point, and so he fell to the ground while Aetos held his footing. “Watch it!” Aetos exclaimed. The newcomer stood up, staring at Aetos. “He’s coming…” he rasped. “I can’t face him anymore! He’ll destroy the whole village if this keeps up!” Aetos stared. “Who will?!” he at last demanded. He wasn’t sure who this newcomer was. The newcomer’s clothing was ordinary brown cloth, carved into strips by various slashes, the result of which was seen all across his heavily scarred body, through which blood was profusely flooding out. The newcomer had blue eyes, and orange hair, and he appeared to be in his 30’s. He dropped to one knee.
“Please…” he whispered. “You have to help…” Aetos was about to reply, when a spear shoved it’s way through the newcomer’s skull, piercing into it and out of the forehead, having come from behind. Aetos cried out and terror, jumping back against the entrance of his home, fumbling his hand behind him, trying to find the door knob and stick the key into the key hole. The man that killed the newcomer stepped forwards, revealing himself to be in black robes, and with glowing red eyes. His hair was a spiky black, and his skin was pale. He left the spear where it was, and pulled out a large scythe, seemingly out of thin air. “Accomplished…” he hissed. “Now I get to snack on the souls of the villagers…”
Aetos gasped, and, in desperation, rushed out at the dark man, who slashed him cleanly across the chest with the scythe, and then smashed the end of the hilt into Aetos’ gut, knocking him to the ground with blood spraying out. Aetos cried out in pain, and struggled to his feet, making another rush. The dark man whirled, kicking Aetos in the face, and smashing him against the wall of his own home, from which he tumbled to the ground, hitting the snow face first. He brought his face up so that he could look at his enemy with his eyes, staring at the man that promised to kill him, and the village. Aetos didn’t want to die, nor did he want any friends that he had in this village to die. But, what could he do? Aetos suddenly noticed something that he hadn’t noticed before. It was the hilt of a blade, held in a large scabbard on the dead newcomer’s hip.
Aetos, out of desperation, grabbed hold of the hilt. Suddenly, time seemed to freeze, and a voice spoke out loud. “This blade is magical property of The Rasskoovan. To wield it, you must accept the contract. Do you know the contract?” Aetos threw a puzzled look, and then replied no. “You must swear to take the place of this blade’s previous owner, you must swear allegiance to the Rasskoovan, and you must uphold and protect the Deite code. Will you accept the contract?” the voice spoke again. Aetos honestly had no other options, he had to accept the code or die. “Yes.” He said simply. Instantly, a blue energy encompassed him, surrounding him in its veil. Aetos stood up, his wounds seeming to close. He looked down, noticing his clothing had changed, and his wound really had healed. He wore the t-shirt and jeans, but the jacket was gone. In his right hand, Aetos held a large blade. He was surrounded by a blue aura of a flame-like energy, and the blade in his hand was a demonic looking buster sword. The handle was wrapped in red fabrics, and it was connected to the blade by the top end of the hilt, which is a miniature skeleton body, out of proportion and shape, but made out of a solid silver metal, and connected to a large blade. Aetos held the sword tightly clenched in his right hand, leaning the blade against his shoulder.
“Still going to burn the village?” he asked. “Impossible!” the dark man exclaimed. “Blue?! How! You are just a civilian! You are not a trained Moroshuu!” Aetos cocked his head to one side. “I’m not really sure what any of what you just said means, but I do know that I can protect my friends right now.” Aetos ran forward, slashing at the dark man, who became surrounded by a yellow flame like aura of energy. The blades of the two clashed, and Aetos’ blade cut halfway into the scythe, cracking it. Aetos ripped his blade away, and swung again. This time, a large flash of blue energy rolled out of his slash, ripping through the scythe and snapping it. With one final movement, Aetos cut cleanly into his enemy’s torso, severing him diagonally in half. The dark man burst into black sand, and was blown away by a sudden wind. The sand returned then, rematerializing as the dark man, who was dead and covered in blood, but who now wore white robes rather than black. Aetos shoved his blade into the ground. “Don’t threaten anything that I hold dear, you might end up regretting it.” He said very solemnly.
End of Chapter 1