Monday, June 19, 2006

chapter 4 part 2!
ok, today i slept till two! normally i dont get past noon in this house! but it felt good ^__^ alot of my day was spent in the garage, watching my parent clean it, talking with them and helping when they had a specific task for me to do. i also played pool (billiards) with my dad. he won 2 out of 3. and i wrote my story! so now you get what you have been waiting for! STORY TIME!!

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“So who were those guys?” Kaji asks, walking up behind Okena.
“I’ll explain when we get someplace safe,” she replies. “I need you too carry Lord Kazemaru till he wakes up.”

After what seemed like hours of walking in silence along a hidden trail, Kaji begins to tire. He looks up and sees that Okena and Suki are getting farther and farther ahead, so he sits down on the nearest rock, heaving an audible sigh. Okena’s trained ears pick up Kaji’s sigh and she turns around.
“Come, servant boy, try to keep up!” she calls with a taunting smile.
“You bitch,” mumbles Kaji under his breath, standing up. He suddenly takes off and sprints past the girls, then disappears around the bend in the trail. When they finally catch to him about twenty minutes later, they find him lying flat on his back and totally out of breath. Imaku, sitting cross-legged on one of the branches of a partially fallen tree, waves in greeting.
“Hey guys!” he calls. “What happened?”
“You passed out after dispatching two of the humans’ shadow warriors. Then Kaji carried you, ran ahead, and apparently used all his energy,” replies Okena. “It’s incredible he’s conscious already,” she adds to herself.
“So it wasn’t a nightmare,” Imaku mumbles, looking down. “Ok, spill it! What’s going on?” he adds out loud.
“Alright, as you know, we are in your home world of Giran and you are the heir to the Kazemaru clan. Likewise, I am the heir to the Mizumaru clan,” Okena explains.
“So then why are you treating my like a superior?” asks Imaku. “If we are both heirs to our clans, doesn’t that make us equals?”
“Not exactly. You are the current ruler of your clan, whereas I must wait for my older brother to either die or resign.”
“Makes sense, I guess. Kinda morbid though,” Imaku thinks to himself.
“There are four main clans and various people who belong to no clan or smaller clans. The main clans are the wolves of the sky, the Kazemaru clan; the cats of the sea, the Mizumaru clan; the bears of the earth, the Yamamaru clan, and the humans. The humans have no domain and have been nomads in Giran since the beginning of the worlds. When they rose to power, they all but wiped out the other three clans. Now we have joined together along with the allegiance of other groups that are like us to form a resistance and reclaim what is ours.”
“So where to I fit in?”
“I honestly do not know. The elders gave me orders and I followed them. They said you were a necessity.”
“Well what’s with this sword? How come I was able to cut that guy when he was so far away?”
“So many questions,” Okena thinks to herself. “The Tamasii Sword is an heirloom to your clan, passed down from lord to lord. The technique you used was called the Tamasii Kaze or Spirit Wind. It draws on the strength of one’s spirit and creates a tangible force; in this case, a blade. It takes intense training to master, yet you were able to use it your first try; four times in rapid succession none the less!” she adds out loud.
“So is that why I passed out like I did?”
“That is part of it. I think the other cause was that it was your first time drawing blood in a real battle before. But the way you fought proves that you really are Kurai’s son.”
“You know my father?!” shouts Imaku, leaping off of his branch with his eyes blazing.
“Knew. I knew your father.” Okena says, looking at the ground sadly. “He was the greatest man to ever walk Giran.
“How did he die?” asks Imaku, sitting back down again. Suki, who has been silent this whole time, looks at Imaku worriedly. She wonders how Imaku will respond when confronted with his past and if he’ll be alright. She knows that Imaku hasn’t been himself lately, but doesn’t quite know why. But for now she just sits in silence and listens. Okena doesn’t answer Imaku and looks away.
“You bitch!” shouts Kaji, apparently fully recovered. “You did that on purpose!”
“Well it worked didn’t it? You caught up right away,” Okena replies with a cold smile. “Besides, you got your rest, so what are you complaining for?” she adds. She gets up and stretches like a cat. “Let’s go, we’re three quarters of the way there. If we leave now and stop taking breaks, we can get there before dawn.”
“Cool! Let’s head out!” shouts Imaku, jumping from his perch and pointing down the trail dramatically. When no one responds for over a minute while he holds that pose, he looks around.
“Wrong direction, oh wise lord!” calls Kaji from about a hundred yards up the trail, standing between Suki and Okena in the opposite direction of Imaku’s pointing. Imaku gives an embarrassed grin and scratched the back of his head, then runs to catch up to them. They make the rest of the trip in silence, each lost in their own thoughts. Okena and Imaku are both thinking of Imaku’s father, though in different lights. Suki is thinking of Imaku and mostly about the kiss he gave her before they left home. Kaji, however, is thinking about how much he is going to miss his computer the next night.

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HAHAHA, that kaji...anyway...writing a story is alot harder than i thought, especially when i post it every day! i have to be careful not to write myself into a corner here. i think my chapters are a little two short for a real novel. im gonna try to get it published when im done. first im gonna have to read it start to finish and edit things and stuff. so yeah, alot harder than anticipated. thats all! glad you all like my new theme!
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