Heya all. I've been thinking of ideas for ages and decided to do a story about my RP character Rene and his friends (Thank you to Faith and Bahamut's_Heir for letting me use then) Faith and Filden. Well hope you enjoy the first three chapters of the story that is called
Prologue
The war was finally over. The rain came and it seemed as though it was attempting to wash away all the unwanted memories of fallen comrades. All that misery and hate had finally stopped, but now the real war had begun. The lives of people around the globe would be affected. Most would die and many children would not even grow to become adults. The 22-year old man knelt, his sword struck into the ground. Tears fell from his eyes. Everything and everyone he had fought for was gone and now he had to carry on fighting. The man stood. He was tall and appeared to be quite strong. He had medium-length brown hair and shockingly blue eyes.
“I’ll join you one day. I promise.” He swore to himself. He pulled his blade free from the earth and studied it. The long thick blade was covered with dirt and blood but still it seemed to gleam. The man brushed away the last few specks of water from his eyes and stood. He stepped backwards and looked at the grave.
“Come, my son.” The man turned. He bowed his head slightly. King Ellion stood before him. Wounded but alive, more or less.
“Sir. I failed. I could have ended it earlier and stopped what’s going to happen!” The man felt miserable.
“No my child. Fate decreed that this will happen and so it must happen. You are not to be blamed.” The man raised his head and looked at the King properly. He appeared older than he had the last time the man had seen him. The king had grey hair and weak brown eyes. He looked frail and yet he held his weapons with ease on the battle ground. The royal crown was around his head and his purple cloak lie flat on his back soaking wet in the rain.
“What happens now?” The man asked.
“Your friend. Kamui I believe? He has gone to survey the damage. Abigail on the other hand is treating wounded soldiers on the other side of camp.” Ellion told him, the man nodded.
“What about me? What can I do?”
“That’s up to you, child.”
“We never found their bodies, they were only dragged through. They may still be alive.” The man said to the king.
“You know I do not wish to say this, but we have searched for over a week now. I think we have to start accepting that they are gone.”
“No! I will not give up on them!” The man was suddenly angry.
“You must accept that they are gone! They’re heroes now. They will never be forgotten.”
“They were my friends! You can’t just expect me to give up on my friends!” He fell to the floor and put his head in his hands. He couldn’t hold them back anymore, he cried his eyes out. The king walked towards the man.
“You are still a boy at heart. They will never be forgotten, Rene.”
Chapter 1: Five Years Ago
The alarm buzzed. The 17 year old teenager woke with a fright and accidentally threw his alarm clock straight into the mirror facing his bed. He swore. He slowly got out of bed and groaned. He’d slept in again. His teacher was going to go mental at him, again. He dragged himself out of bed properly and managed to get to his wardrobe when he collapsed. He was exhausted! He thought about pretending to be ill to his mum to get the day off. The second this thought came into his mind though he remembered he had his exams this week and his mum wouldn’t let him off even if he had a bullet in his stomach. He got dressed and stomped downstairs. As he walked down from his attic bedroom he passed the mirror. His hair was an absolute mess. His friends were so going to take the piss. He’d finally managed to get downstairs and into the dining room.
“Morning sleepy-head!” His mum said when she heard the grinding of a chair being pulled across the floor. “How many times have I told you not to do that! You’ll stratch the bloody floor!” He smirked
“How come you didn’t wake me up?” He asked. When he said this she turned. When she did she laughed.
“Rene, tell me what day it is.”
“Monday. I’ve got my exams this week.”
“Sorry to disappoint you kiddo but it’s Sunday and for some reason I don’t think school is open on Sundays!” She feigned looking shocked “Oh dear! I guess I’ll just have to home-school you for today! How does home-economics sound? You can start with those dishes you were meant to do last night. Which you would have done if you hadn’t been out all night partying with your friends. I’m guessing Faith and Filden have hangovers?”
Rene sighed and thought, they’re not the only one who got absolutely bladdered, he vaguely remembered getting beaten by Faith in a shots tournament. Beaten by a girl who can barely hold her own drink. He was going to be a laughing stock.
“Well if that’s the case then I’ll just head on back upstairs into my lovely bed. It might even still be warm!” Before she could even tell him to do the dishes he had legged it up the stairs burst into his room and collapsed onto his bed. Just as he was drifting back to sleep his cell phone rang. He sighed and picked it up.
“Hey Rene! Faith here.” Faith’s sweet voice said over the phone.
“Hey Faith. What’s up? I want to sleep.” Rene was already half-asleep in this conversation.
“Just wanted to say hi and ask if you heard from Fil.”
“Nope can’t say I have. I’m sure we’ll find him in a police cell later on.” Faith laughed
“Yeah you’re probably right. Anyways are you gonna come out later on? We’ll most likely either be chilling out at the park as usual or busting Filden’s ass outta jail.”
“Faith, remember you’re not in America anymore!” Rene smiled. Faith was an orphan. Though she was English she had been living in America with her aunt, Patricia. She’d only recently come back.
“I know I know!” He could tell she was probably smiling as well. “So you coming or not?”
“Yeah just let me sleep for a while okay?” She sighed loudly and on purpose so he could hear it.
“Fine, I’ll come round in an hour and if you’re not up when I get there I’ll break you open. Agreed?”
“Sheesh. Fine, sure whatever. Goodnight Faith.”
“Good morning Reney-poo!” She cackled and the line went dead.
“My god she can be evil sometimes.” And with that he went to sleep immediately
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6 hours later
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“How long is he gonna be?” The 16 year old brown haired boy groaned. He was hanging upside down supported only by a metal bar. His hair was past his face but would have been covering all over if he wasn’t wearing a red bandana around his forehead.
“How should I know? Do I look like I can read minds?” A 17 year old girl with long dark hair and a smooth beautiful face spoke, her eyes were dark but seemed to radiate a sort of happy light.
“Well actually…”
“Shut up Filden.” The girl spoke sharply towards Filden. She’d been dumb and for a brief second forgotten she was a telepath. Filden grinned.
“Sheesh, calm down Faith, you’d think you were on you’re period with the way you’re acting!” Filden said laughing, he stopped abruptly. He looked down and saw a ring of blue light around his neck that was starting to constrict. Along with being a telepath, Faith also had other psychic powers. Filden’s face started going blue.
“Now then Filden let’s make a promise, if you stop acting like a little prick for a while I may just let you live for another month or two.” Filden tried to nod but the ring of light wouldn’t let him. In the end he had to use a little trick. He took out one of his mini reflector mirrors and lifted it up so that it was in between Faith’s glowing hands and the ring of light. The trick worked and the energy coming from Faith’s hands were reflected. Faith was forced to let go of her power. The mini reflector mirror shattered.
“For god’s sake Faith, that was my last mirror, I’ll have to buy some more next time we’re in town! They cost a fortune!” Filden shouted angrily. Faith looked at the ground angry at herself for losing control.
“Fil, I’m sorry.”
“Whatever Faith.” Even though he was still pissed at Faith he forgave her, but not out loud, he reckoned he could get a few things outta Faith before telling her he forgave her. “Anyways here comes Rene.” Walking along at a leisurely pace was in fact Rene, he decided to come weapon-less today, unlike Filden who always had his daggers on his waist and at least 10 throwing knives hidden at various parts of his body. Rene was wearing his usual attire though which consisted of a sleeveless jacket, a white vest, baggy jeans and trainers. His blue eyes were tired and his hair looked a mess. Faith tutted.
“You forgot the rule again Rene? When you wake up have a shower, you’re hair is a mess! It’s gonna be embarrassing being seen with you!” Faith joked, Rene yawned and Filden smirked.
“Shut up, anyways what we gonna do today? Nothing involving going into the wilderness please. I expect you’ve noticed that I didn’t bring my sword.”
“Yeah we noticed,” Filden said rubbing his neck in an obvious way so that Rene noticed the mark around it. He laughed.
“What cha done to her now eh Fil?” Rene said to him sarcastically whilst Faith smirked. “Anyways, mum went out and forgot to leave me a key and when I left the house I noticed I didn’t have my sword and therefore I couldn’t get in.”
“Whatta prick.” Faith called Rene. Rene turned and looked at her properly. She was wearing a loose black shirt and loose blue jeans. Rene smiled at her.
“I can tell you’re in a good mood. So what we gonna do?” Filden groaned.
“You really are an idiot, you know that?” Filden told him. Rene was confused.
“Whaddya mean…?” Rene questioned
Faith spoke “Would I ever dress like this unless we were going to Skye city?”
Chapter 2: Skye City
Skye City, the city in the sky, hence the name Skye City. The city was supported only by powerful magic’s and below, for show, were clouds to make it seem like a city floating on clouds. On the surface of the magical clouds stood tall glass buildings, most had tunnels in to allow Sky cars and airships navigate easily. The slums below even seemed to look magnificent. The market bazaar teemed with bustling crowds all looking for the perfect price, men and woman shouted out their prices for their wares trying to convince passer-bys that it would be a big mistake not to buy from them.
Rene, Faith and Filden stepped out of the commercial airship they were in. The station was huge, it had to be to fit the airships, Silver columns held up the massive glass roof that would crush every single person in the station in seconds. A billboard advertising a new brand of coca cola was flashing on the holo screen 10 metres above the exit.
“So what we doin’ first huh kids?” Rene asked the other two.
“Well thanks to Faith I gotta go get some new mini reflector mirrors and you two should know by now that…” Filden started
“We’re not allowed to know where the shop is… We know.” Faith sighed
“I’ll meet you at the bar at 2:00pm. Deal?” Filden asked the pair. He was starting to jog on the spot, which got on Faith’s nerves and Filden knew it which was evidently why he was doing it.
“Yeah fine, you might wanna get outta here before Faith blows her stack though mate.” Rene told him whilst trying not to laugh. Filden agreed and before they knew it he’d jumped 20 foot into the air and landed on a nearby low building and disappeared to wherever it was he went. “So what should we do now?” He asked Faith
“Well we have a few hours to kill. Do you wanna go catch a movie or something?” Faith asked
“Sure let’s go see what’s on partner.” Rene joked. He put his arm around her in a friendly way and they set off for the cinema.
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Filden jumped form rooftop to rooftop. His small bag of money was tied securely onto his belt and his weapons kept securely all around his body. He stopped to catch his breath. Before he had that chance though and a small throwing knife whooshed straight past his head and deep into the wall he was leaning on. His instinct reaction was to pull out his twin daggers from the sheath on his back just above his waist and survey the area looking for whoever had attacked him. No one was there. Another knife zoomed towards him, this time aimed for his throat and the only reason he survived was because he brought up one of his daggers to deflect the small knife.
“Who’s there!” Filden demanded. Three more knives came at him from different directions, he blocked two of them but felt one cut his thigh as it went past. He clenched his teeth and tried to stop the pain. At least know he knew there was around three assailants. Either they had run out of knives or they had realised that they weren’t going to be able to take Filden down easily. He saw a flash of black ahead and instantly went into a close-combat defensive stance. A small sword hit his dagger and sparks went flying towards Fildens and the assailants face. He couldn’t see his face properly because of a large black balaclava but he could see his eyes, The mans eyes were cold and black as if they weren’t meant to be inside a humans skull. The man jumped backwards landing at least 10 metres away. Filden was about to jump forward to initiate attack but before he had a chance the man shouted out.
“It’s not him! Let’s go!” The man disappeared and Filden guessed that so did the other.
“What the hell…?” Filden said to himself. He’d explain this to Faith and Rene later on but for now he had some unfinished business. He sheathed his daggers and carried on towards the hidden shop.
After ten minutes he arrived at another building with a rectangular opening in the roof. Filden jumped down proficiently and landed in a sort of garden area. He walked towards and open door into a not-so-busy store, probably the only none busy store in Skye City
“Ahh master Filden! How goes the hunt!” An elderly man behind the counter said to Filden
“The hunt ended over 5 years ago Mac” Filden relied smiling, Mac was a gentle old man with thinning grey hair and a strong complexion. Mac smiled.
“Those were the days hmm Filden? Anyways let’s get back to the present. What could I do for you today sir?”
“I need some new gear Mac. You know Faith? My friend? She broke my
last reflector mirror.” Mac chuckled.
“Would you care to look at our other merchandise whilst you’re here as well sir? We have a pair of new daggers specially crafted by Markus LeBlanc himself, they’re made from a special metal sir. I got an amazing price for them too!”
“Sure why not? Should I wait out here?”
“Yes sir. Please wait a moment.” He turned to go to the storeroom. When he got to the door he turned “Pour yourself a drink if you want. Also there are some bandages behind the counter for that nasty cut you’re trying to hide” Filden sighed, Mac seemed to know everything about everything. Mac went into the store room. Filden grabbed the medical kit and ripped open a pack of sterile pads. He cleaned the wound then took out a needle and thread. The wound would need stitches. He threaded the needle and grabbed a wad of tissue to bite down on. He pierced the skin next to the wound and pulled the needle through, he gasped in pain but carried on doing the job. After about five minutes he’d finished and was cleaning it up one last time, also to be extra careful he got a roll of bandages and wrapped them carefully around his leg. He stood and put weight on his leg. It felt fine but he knew he would have to make sure hi didn’t strain it. He didn’t understand why the would was so bad, the most likely explanation was that the blade was of Fergana make, the Fergana blades were so shard and light that a single nick was worth 2 stabs with a normal blunted knife. The door to the store room opened and Mac came in with a large box and a small but long box stacked on top of each other. He put them both down next to each other. He looked up at Filden.
“How’s the leg?” He asked him
“Fine, I reckon it was a Fergana blade, that’s why it’s so bad.” Filden told him. Mac knelt down and pulled something from the shelf underneath the counter. He stood and gave Filden a small container.
“Take two of these every day and the wound should heal up in no time” Mac instructed him.
“Thanks.” Filden pocketed the pills and stood up “So where’re these daggers then?” Mac smiled and pulled the lid off the long box. He pulled one of the two daggers out and handed it to Filden. The blade was curved and the edge was made of a strange metal that had a dark purple sort of hue to it. He lifted it up in admiration. There was a jewel set into the middle of the blade. Mac picked up a big block of wood and set it on the table. Filden understood the motion and proceeded. He lifted the second dagger and got himself into his battle stance. He attacked the block of wood, in seconds the block was disintegrated. Filden was completely amazed.
“What the… What the hell is this made of?” Filden was desperate to be told.
“Azaronian metal. One of the most powerful types of metal made.” Mac told him
“How much! I have to buy them!” Filden demanded. Mac sighed and put the daggers away.
“I am sorry but I cannot sell them, they are in fact heirlooms from my great-great-grandfather.” Filden was highly disappointed but accepted Mac’s apology. After a long chat Filden bought some necessary stuff and decided to go and find Rene and Faith. He stood up from the bar.
“Well I’ll see you later then Mac.” Filden said to him
“I will see you soon child.”
Chapter 3: “So what shall we do now?”
Rene was extremely annoyed and tired. When they decided to go to the cinema he thought Faith would choose a decent film. He was sure she hated it as well and just wanted to torment him. They were watching some soppy romance film and it was bugging the hell out of Rene being forced to watch it. After another twenty minutes the film ended, Rene breathed a sigh of relief and stood up to leave. He looked down at Faith and got worried when she hadn’t stood up.
“Uhh… Faith? The film has ended.” Rene told her. She didn’t reply and Rene knelt down to see her properly. She was asleep! Her eyes were closed and she was snoring gently. Rene swore to himself and cursed Faith. He nudged her painfully in the ribs and she immediately woke.
“What the heck was that for you prick!” She swore loudly attracting the attention of a elderly couple waiting impatiently beside them waiting for them to move. Faith apologised and moved out of the way. As soon as they passed Faith smacked Rene across the head. “That was for embarrassing me.” He grinned and they both left the cinema.
“Well we better go meet Fil at the bar huh?” Rene asked Faith.
“Yeah I suppose so… Did ya enjoy the film?” She asked menacingly.
“That was pure evil Faith, really it was.” He told, though he was pissed off it was funny. He’d never tell her that of course. They both nodded and headed off to Ben’s, a bar of the western side of the city. They flagged down a Sky taxi and jumped in. It wasn’t long till they got to the bar. As usual the bar was quite busy, they went up to the bar and sat down on a pair of stools. The bartender saw his usual customers and greeted them with a huge grin.
“Faith, Rene! How may I help my favourite customers today? The usual?” The bartender asked them
“Heya Ben. Yeah the usual please. Hey is Filden here yet?” Faith asked.
“Hmm… Can’t say I’ve seen him here today.” Ben told her. He turned around and grabbed two bottles out of the fridge. He uncapped them and set them on the counter. Rene paid him. “Ahh there he is now!” Rene turned and saw Filden walk through the door. He looked around and spotted Faith and Rene and walked over to them.
“Have I got one hell of a story to tell you guys.” Those were the first words out of Filden mouth. He sat down on a stool and got himself a drink.
“What happened then?” Rene asked.
“Well I was on my way to the store when I was attacked!” He lifted his trousers to show the long, deep cut on his thigh.
“Jesus Fil!” Faith exclaimed. “What the heck happened!”
“I’m getting to it alright!” Filden told her. “Like I said I was attacked by three ninjas, actually by the way they fought I would say they were more assassins than ninjas.”
“Assassins? Why were they looking for you?” Rene asked Filden quite shocked.
“That’s the thing. They weren’t looking for me, they were looking for someone else.”
“But if they weren’t looking for you then who were they looking for?” Faith interjected.
“No idea, but whoever it is I feel sorry for ‘em.” Faith checked her watch.
“So what should we do now?” Rene asked
“It’s getting late. We should start heading home. There should be a train in half an hour.” They agreed. They finished they’re drinks and said goodbye to Ben. They made they’re way back to the Skye station. Little did they know a black robed figure was crouching on the roof of the building opposite the bar. The man put a radio to his mouth.
“I’ve found him. Shall I engage?”
“Who’s he with?” Someone replied from the other end of the radio.
“The ninja and the girl.” He replied
“No it’s too dangerous to do it on your own. We’ll wait for tonight when he’s on his own” The man out his radio away.
“See you tonight Rene.”
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The moon was half-crescent. The sky was filled with clouds and on the barren earth were corpses of forgotten soldiers. In the middle of the field surrounded by tons of corpses was a tall man with long dark hair. His eyes were crimson red and in his right hand he held a long dark blade.
Everything flashed
“Am I really just a whisper in a forgotten dream?” The man asked himself. His voice was heavy with doubt. He walked forwards and stopped. Before him was a man struggling to stand.
Everything flashed again.
“Goodbye Rene.” The man stuck his hand forward and threw a ball of fire streaming towards his head.
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Rene woke. He was drenched in sweat. The dream felt so real. He could feel the blaze of fire against his face. It took him a minute to realise what had woken him. There were noises downstairs. Rene grabbed his sword, which was in its sheath next to his bed and threw on his jacket which was leaning over a chair next to his desk, He had gone to sleep in his trousers. He crept to his door. He opened it slightly, just wide enough to be able to see into the hallway and over the banister. Three men in dark robes were speaking quietly to each other. Rene strained his ears and just managed to hear them.
“…bloody idiot! Why oh why did we have to have the trainee!” One of the men said.
“I’m sorry okay? It was only a vase and it wasn’t even that loud!” The man, who was obviously the trainee said to them.
“It doesn’t matter now, what’s done is done.” The third man said. “Rale
you take downstairs. I’ll take this floor and Frunt you take upstairs. The other men saluted and set off to their respective areas. The trainee, who seemed to be called Frunt headed upstairs careful not to make anymore noise. The man turned right and went to the end of the hallway, he opened the first door, which was the bathroom and surveyed inside. Obviously no one was in there so the man closed the door and went to the next room. The room he opened now was a parlour so he went inside to look more carefully. Rene was worried about his mother because she was sleeping in a room closer to the man than his. He crept quietly to the parlour and went inside. The man turned around. He was about to shout out but Rene managed to stab him before he had the chance. The man died whilst he was on the blade. Rene stabbed his sword into the flooring and kicked the mans body off his blade.
There was a creaking outside the parlour and Rene spun around sword at the ready. His mother stood in the doorway staring at the body on the floor.
“R-Rene?” His mother asked. He nodded and walked towards her.
“Mum I need you to stay in this room, there are two other people in the house. I’m pretty sure these are the same people who attacked Filden in the city so that means they’re here to assassinate one of us and I’m betting that’s it’s me.” Rene’s mother nodded. “Make sure you’re well hidden and use the phone to call the police.”
“Okay,” Rene stood up to leave but before he had the chance his mother had grabbed his arm “Come back to me alive.” Rene nodded and could tell that she was terrified.
He left the room and crept to the banister so he could see into the living room. He could see the other assassin. The assassin put a radio to his.
“Frunt, any luck upstairs?” No reply “Frunt, Frunt! Rale, looks like our guy is awake, make sure you’re prepared if you bump into him.”
“Understood sir.” The assassin put the radio away and drew his shortsword. He turned towards the staircase and started to walk up them. Rene decided to pre-empt the attack and jumped out at the assassin, the man obviously knew he was there as his weapon was at the ready. Sparks were flown outwards and Rene had to jump backwards. The man kept his weapon at the ready. Rene spun forwards and initiated a complex sword combo. He attacked upwards and jumped with the slash. The man was caught by surprise but managed to block the attack, whilst Rene was in the air he performed a spinning attack and caught the man of case. He stabbed at his shoulder and managed to pierce the lightweight armor. The man grunted in pain as a trickle of blood seeped though a the hole in his clothing. Rene landed behind the man and performed a backwards stab going straight through the mans body. Rene withdrew his blade and the man fell to the ground.
Rene entered the living room expecting to be attacked but saw no one. He walked into the kitchen and noticed that the basement door was open. He walked over to it and flipped the switch on. The overhead lights flickered on but the assassin was no where in site. The basement was filled with shelves so the man could be hiding anywhere. Rene walked down the stairs. The lights flickered and Rene only just managed to see the blade flying towards him. He dodged left and felt the blade fly an inch away from his head. He rolled down the remaining stairs and took cover by some barrels.
He caught his breath and the lights flickered again. As soon as they came back on the assassin was stood within arms length of Rene. He jumped forward and went to attack. The lights flickered and the man disappeared.
“What the…?” The lights flickered and at last died away. Now all Rene had to see was his sense of hearing. He closed his eyes and strained his ears. He heard something come towards him, he tried to dodge but felt a small knife bury itself into his shoulder. He tried to listen again. He could hear the light patter of the assassins footsteps. He rolled forwards and heard the blade bury itself into a shelf. If Rene knew anything about assassins it was that they travelled light and usually only carried three knives, meaning the assassin was out and would have to resort to close combat. He heard the mans footsteps coming towards him. Rene pulled his blade upwards and sparks lit up both their faces giving Rene enough time to pull from the strike and kick the assassins leg so he fell down. Rene used his chance and stabbed the man deep into his shoulder. The man screamed out in agony as Rene pushed the blade even deeper into his shoulder. He let go off the blade and lifted the man with his hands. He took him upstairs into the living room. He ripped his blade out painfully and threw him onto the sofa. Rene walked into the kitchen and grabbed some kitchen knives. He walked back into the living room and over to the assassin.
“Who are you?” Rene demanded. The assassin said nothing. Rene gave him no second chances. He took a kitchen knife and plunged it into his leg. The man screamed out. “Who are you!!”
“My name’s Rale Hermont!” Rale shouted out in pain
“Who do you work for!” Rene shouted. The assassin once again said nothing. Rene grabbed the knife in Rales leg and twisted it. Rale screamed in unbearable pain. Blood started to gush from the wound in his leg. “Who do you work for!”
“I word for the king of Janoh!” Rale admitted!
“The king of Janoh?” Rene queried. “What does he want with me?” The assassin started to laugh which got on Renes nerves. He took out a longer bigger knife and plunged it in a downwards angle into Rales arm. He screamed once again and started to sniffle, but at the same time he carried on laughing.
“You… you will never know or understand.” The second he said that the man disappeared in a puff of black dust. The police arrived.
Allerion
Prologue
The war was finally over. The rain came and it seemed as though it was attempting to wash away all the unwanted memories of fallen comrades. All that misery and hate had finally stopped, but now the real war had begun. The lives of people around the globe would be affected. Most would die and many children would not even grow to become adults. The 22-year old man knelt, his sword struck into the ground. Tears fell from his eyes. Everything and everyone he had fought for was gone and now he had to carry on fighting. The man stood. He was tall and appeared to be quite strong. He had medium-length brown hair and shockingly blue eyes.
“I’ll join you one day. I promise.” He swore to himself. He pulled his blade free from the earth and studied it. The long thick blade was covered with dirt and blood but still it seemed to gleam. The man brushed away the last few specks of water from his eyes and stood. He stepped backwards and looked at the grave.
“Come, my son.” The man turned. He bowed his head slightly. King Ellion stood before him. Wounded but alive, more or less.
“Sir. I failed. I could have ended it earlier and stopped what’s going to happen!” The man felt miserable.
“No my child. Fate decreed that this will happen and so it must happen. You are not to be blamed.” The man raised his head and looked at the King properly. He appeared older than he had the last time the man had seen him. The king had grey hair and weak brown eyes. He looked frail and yet he held his weapons with ease on the battle ground. The royal crown was around his head and his purple cloak lie flat on his back soaking wet in the rain.
“What happens now?” The man asked.
“Your friend. Kamui I believe? He has gone to survey the damage. Abigail on the other hand is treating wounded soldiers on the other side of camp.” Ellion told him, the man nodded.
“What about me? What can I do?”
“That’s up to you, child.”
“We never found their bodies, they were only dragged through. They may still be alive.” The man said to the king.
“You know I do not wish to say this, but we have searched for over a week now. I think we have to start accepting that they are gone.”
“No! I will not give up on them!” The man was suddenly angry.
“You must accept that they are gone! They’re heroes now. They will never be forgotten.”
“They were my friends! You can’t just expect me to give up on my friends!” He fell to the floor and put his head in his hands. He couldn’t hold them back anymore, he cried his eyes out. The king walked towards the man.
“You are still a boy at heart. They will never be forgotten, Rene.”
Chapter 1: Five Years Ago
The alarm buzzed. The 17 year old teenager woke with a fright and accidentally threw his alarm clock straight into the mirror facing his bed. He swore. He slowly got out of bed and groaned. He’d slept in again. His teacher was going to go mental at him, again. He dragged himself out of bed properly and managed to get to his wardrobe when he collapsed. He was exhausted! He thought about pretending to be ill to his mum to get the day off. The second this thought came into his mind though he remembered he had his exams this week and his mum wouldn’t let him off even if he had a bullet in his stomach. He got dressed and stomped downstairs. As he walked down from his attic bedroom he passed the mirror. His hair was an absolute mess. His friends were so going to take the piss. He’d finally managed to get downstairs and into the dining room.
“Morning sleepy-head!” His mum said when she heard the grinding of a chair being pulled across the floor. “How many times have I told you not to do that! You’ll stratch the bloody floor!” He smirked
“How come you didn’t wake me up?” He asked. When he said this she turned. When she did she laughed.
“Rene, tell me what day it is.”
“Monday. I’ve got my exams this week.”
“Sorry to disappoint you kiddo but it’s Sunday and for some reason I don’t think school is open on Sundays!” She feigned looking shocked “Oh dear! I guess I’ll just have to home-school you for today! How does home-economics sound? You can start with those dishes you were meant to do last night. Which you would have done if you hadn’t been out all night partying with your friends. I’m guessing Faith and Filden have hangovers?”
Rene sighed and thought, they’re not the only one who got absolutely bladdered, he vaguely remembered getting beaten by Faith in a shots tournament. Beaten by a girl who can barely hold her own drink. He was going to be a laughing stock.
“Well if that’s the case then I’ll just head on back upstairs into my lovely bed. It might even still be warm!” Before she could even tell him to do the dishes he had legged it up the stairs burst into his room and collapsed onto his bed. Just as he was drifting back to sleep his cell phone rang. He sighed and picked it up.
“Hey Rene! Faith here.” Faith’s sweet voice said over the phone.
“Hey Faith. What’s up? I want to sleep.” Rene was already half-asleep in this conversation.
“Just wanted to say hi and ask if you heard from Fil.”
“Nope can’t say I have. I’m sure we’ll find him in a police cell later on.” Faith laughed
“Yeah you’re probably right. Anyways are you gonna come out later on? We’ll most likely either be chilling out at the park as usual or busting Filden’s ass outta jail.”
“Faith, remember you’re not in America anymore!” Rene smiled. Faith was an orphan. Though she was English she had been living in America with her aunt, Patricia. She’d only recently come back.
“I know I know!” He could tell she was probably smiling as well. “So you coming or not?”
“Yeah just let me sleep for a while okay?” She sighed loudly and on purpose so he could hear it.
“Fine, I’ll come round in an hour and if you’re not up when I get there I’ll break you open. Agreed?”
“Sheesh. Fine, sure whatever. Goodnight Faith.”
“Good morning Reney-poo!” She cackled and the line went dead.
“My god she can be evil sometimes.” And with that he went to sleep immediately
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6 hours later
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“How long is he gonna be?” The 16 year old brown haired boy groaned. He was hanging upside down supported only by a metal bar. His hair was past his face but would have been covering all over if he wasn’t wearing a red bandana around his forehead.
“How should I know? Do I look like I can read minds?” A 17 year old girl with long dark hair and a smooth beautiful face spoke, her eyes were dark but seemed to radiate a sort of happy light.
“Well actually…”
“Shut up Filden.” The girl spoke sharply towards Filden. She’d been dumb and for a brief second forgotten she was a telepath. Filden grinned.
“Sheesh, calm down Faith, you’d think you were on you’re period with the way you’re acting!” Filden said laughing, he stopped abruptly. He looked down and saw a ring of blue light around his neck that was starting to constrict. Along with being a telepath, Faith also had other psychic powers. Filden’s face started going blue.
“Now then Filden let’s make a promise, if you stop acting like a little prick for a while I may just let you live for another month or two.” Filden tried to nod but the ring of light wouldn’t let him. In the end he had to use a little trick. He took out one of his mini reflector mirrors and lifted it up so that it was in between Faith’s glowing hands and the ring of light. The trick worked and the energy coming from Faith’s hands were reflected. Faith was forced to let go of her power. The mini reflector mirror shattered.
“For god’s sake Faith, that was my last mirror, I’ll have to buy some more next time we’re in town! They cost a fortune!” Filden shouted angrily. Faith looked at the ground angry at herself for losing control.
“Fil, I’m sorry.”
“Whatever Faith.” Even though he was still pissed at Faith he forgave her, but not out loud, he reckoned he could get a few things outta Faith before telling her he forgave her. “Anyways here comes Rene.” Walking along at a leisurely pace was in fact Rene, he decided to come weapon-less today, unlike Filden who always had his daggers on his waist and at least 10 throwing knives hidden at various parts of his body. Rene was wearing his usual attire though which consisted of a sleeveless jacket, a white vest, baggy jeans and trainers. His blue eyes were tired and his hair looked a mess. Faith tutted.
“You forgot the rule again Rene? When you wake up have a shower, you’re hair is a mess! It’s gonna be embarrassing being seen with you!” Faith joked, Rene yawned and Filden smirked.
“Shut up, anyways what we gonna do today? Nothing involving going into the wilderness please. I expect you’ve noticed that I didn’t bring my sword.”
“Yeah we noticed,” Filden said rubbing his neck in an obvious way so that Rene noticed the mark around it. He laughed.
“What cha done to her now eh Fil?” Rene said to him sarcastically whilst Faith smirked. “Anyways, mum went out and forgot to leave me a key and when I left the house I noticed I didn’t have my sword and therefore I couldn’t get in.”
“Whatta prick.” Faith called Rene. Rene turned and looked at her properly. She was wearing a loose black shirt and loose blue jeans. Rene smiled at her.
“I can tell you’re in a good mood. So what we gonna do?” Filden groaned.
“You really are an idiot, you know that?” Filden told him. Rene was confused.
“Whaddya mean…?” Rene questioned
Faith spoke “Would I ever dress like this unless we were going to Skye city?”
Chapter 2: Skye City
Skye City, the city in the sky, hence the name Skye City. The city was supported only by powerful magic’s and below, for show, were clouds to make it seem like a city floating on clouds. On the surface of the magical clouds stood tall glass buildings, most had tunnels in to allow Sky cars and airships navigate easily. The slums below even seemed to look magnificent. The market bazaar teemed with bustling crowds all looking for the perfect price, men and woman shouted out their prices for their wares trying to convince passer-bys that it would be a big mistake not to buy from them.
Rene, Faith and Filden stepped out of the commercial airship they were in. The station was huge, it had to be to fit the airships, Silver columns held up the massive glass roof that would crush every single person in the station in seconds. A billboard advertising a new brand of coca cola was flashing on the holo screen 10 metres above the exit.
“So what we doin’ first huh kids?” Rene asked the other two.
“Well thanks to Faith I gotta go get some new mini reflector mirrors and you two should know by now that…” Filden started
“We’re not allowed to know where the shop is… We know.” Faith sighed
“I’ll meet you at the bar at 2:00pm. Deal?” Filden asked the pair. He was starting to jog on the spot, which got on Faith’s nerves and Filden knew it which was evidently why he was doing it.
“Yeah fine, you might wanna get outta here before Faith blows her stack though mate.” Rene told him whilst trying not to laugh. Filden agreed and before they knew it he’d jumped 20 foot into the air and landed on a nearby low building and disappeared to wherever it was he went. “So what should we do now?” He asked Faith
“Well we have a few hours to kill. Do you wanna go catch a movie or something?” Faith asked
“Sure let’s go see what’s on partner.” Rene joked. He put his arm around her in a friendly way and they set off for the cinema.
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Filden jumped form rooftop to rooftop. His small bag of money was tied securely onto his belt and his weapons kept securely all around his body. He stopped to catch his breath. Before he had that chance though and a small throwing knife whooshed straight past his head and deep into the wall he was leaning on. His instinct reaction was to pull out his twin daggers from the sheath on his back just above his waist and survey the area looking for whoever had attacked him. No one was there. Another knife zoomed towards him, this time aimed for his throat and the only reason he survived was because he brought up one of his daggers to deflect the small knife.
“Who’s there!” Filden demanded. Three more knives came at him from different directions, he blocked two of them but felt one cut his thigh as it went past. He clenched his teeth and tried to stop the pain. At least know he knew there was around three assailants. Either they had run out of knives or they had realised that they weren’t going to be able to take Filden down easily. He saw a flash of black ahead and instantly went into a close-combat defensive stance. A small sword hit his dagger and sparks went flying towards Fildens and the assailants face. He couldn’t see his face properly because of a large black balaclava but he could see his eyes, The mans eyes were cold and black as if they weren’t meant to be inside a humans skull. The man jumped backwards landing at least 10 metres away. Filden was about to jump forward to initiate attack but before he had a chance the man shouted out.
“It’s not him! Let’s go!” The man disappeared and Filden guessed that so did the other.
“What the hell…?” Filden said to himself. He’d explain this to Faith and Rene later on but for now he had some unfinished business. He sheathed his daggers and carried on towards the hidden shop.
After ten minutes he arrived at another building with a rectangular opening in the roof. Filden jumped down proficiently and landed in a sort of garden area. He walked towards and open door into a not-so-busy store, probably the only none busy store in Skye City
“Ahh master Filden! How goes the hunt!” An elderly man behind the counter said to Filden
“The hunt ended over 5 years ago Mac” Filden relied smiling, Mac was a gentle old man with thinning grey hair and a strong complexion. Mac smiled.
“Those were the days hmm Filden? Anyways let’s get back to the present. What could I do for you today sir?”
“I need some new gear Mac. You know Faith? My friend? She broke my
last reflector mirror.” Mac chuckled.
“Would you care to look at our other merchandise whilst you’re here as well sir? We have a pair of new daggers specially crafted by Markus LeBlanc himself, they’re made from a special metal sir. I got an amazing price for them too!”
“Sure why not? Should I wait out here?”
“Yes sir. Please wait a moment.” He turned to go to the storeroom. When he got to the door he turned “Pour yourself a drink if you want. Also there are some bandages behind the counter for that nasty cut you’re trying to hide” Filden sighed, Mac seemed to know everything about everything. Mac went into the store room. Filden grabbed the medical kit and ripped open a pack of sterile pads. He cleaned the wound then took out a needle and thread. The wound would need stitches. He threaded the needle and grabbed a wad of tissue to bite down on. He pierced the skin next to the wound and pulled the needle through, he gasped in pain but carried on doing the job. After about five minutes he’d finished and was cleaning it up one last time, also to be extra careful he got a roll of bandages and wrapped them carefully around his leg. He stood and put weight on his leg. It felt fine but he knew he would have to make sure hi didn’t strain it. He didn’t understand why the would was so bad, the most likely explanation was that the blade was of Fergana make, the Fergana blades were so shard and light that a single nick was worth 2 stabs with a normal blunted knife. The door to the store room opened and Mac came in with a large box and a small but long box stacked on top of each other. He put them both down next to each other. He looked up at Filden.
“How’s the leg?” He asked him
“Fine, I reckon it was a Fergana blade, that’s why it’s so bad.” Filden told him. Mac knelt down and pulled something from the shelf underneath the counter. He stood and gave Filden a small container.
“Take two of these every day and the wound should heal up in no time” Mac instructed him.
“Thanks.” Filden pocketed the pills and stood up “So where’re these daggers then?” Mac smiled and pulled the lid off the long box. He pulled one of the two daggers out and handed it to Filden. The blade was curved and the edge was made of a strange metal that had a dark purple sort of hue to it. He lifted it up in admiration. There was a jewel set into the middle of the blade. Mac picked up a big block of wood and set it on the table. Filden understood the motion and proceeded. He lifted the second dagger and got himself into his battle stance. He attacked the block of wood, in seconds the block was disintegrated. Filden was completely amazed.
“What the… What the hell is this made of?” Filden was desperate to be told.
“Azaronian metal. One of the most powerful types of metal made.” Mac told him
“How much! I have to buy them!” Filden demanded. Mac sighed and put the daggers away.
“I am sorry but I cannot sell them, they are in fact heirlooms from my great-great-grandfather.” Filden was highly disappointed but accepted Mac’s apology. After a long chat Filden bought some necessary stuff and decided to go and find Rene and Faith. He stood up from the bar.
“Well I’ll see you later then Mac.” Filden said to him
“I will see you soon child.”
Chapter 3: “So what shall we do now?”
Rene was extremely annoyed and tired. When they decided to go to the cinema he thought Faith would choose a decent film. He was sure she hated it as well and just wanted to torment him. They were watching some soppy romance film and it was bugging the hell out of Rene being forced to watch it. After another twenty minutes the film ended, Rene breathed a sigh of relief and stood up to leave. He looked down at Faith and got worried when she hadn’t stood up.
“Uhh… Faith? The film has ended.” Rene told her. She didn’t reply and Rene knelt down to see her properly. She was asleep! Her eyes were closed and she was snoring gently. Rene swore to himself and cursed Faith. He nudged her painfully in the ribs and she immediately woke.
“What the heck was that for you prick!” She swore loudly attracting the attention of a elderly couple waiting impatiently beside them waiting for them to move. Faith apologised and moved out of the way. As soon as they passed Faith smacked Rene across the head. “That was for embarrassing me.” He grinned and they both left the cinema.
“Well we better go meet Fil at the bar huh?” Rene asked Faith.
“Yeah I suppose so… Did ya enjoy the film?” She asked menacingly.
“That was pure evil Faith, really it was.” He told, though he was pissed off it was funny. He’d never tell her that of course. They both nodded and headed off to Ben’s, a bar of the western side of the city. They flagged down a Sky taxi and jumped in. It wasn’t long till they got to the bar. As usual the bar was quite busy, they went up to the bar and sat down on a pair of stools. The bartender saw his usual customers and greeted them with a huge grin.
“Faith, Rene! How may I help my favourite customers today? The usual?” The bartender asked them
“Heya Ben. Yeah the usual please. Hey is Filden here yet?” Faith asked.
“Hmm… Can’t say I’ve seen him here today.” Ben told her. He turned around and grabbed two bottles out of the fridge. He uncapped them and set them on the counter. Rene paid him. “Ahh there he is now!” Rene turned and saw Filden walk through the door. He looked around and spotted Faith and Rene and walked over to them.
“Have I got one hell of a story to tell you guys.” Those were the first words out of Filden mouth. He sat down on a stool and got himself a drink.
“What happened then?” Rene asked.
“Well I was on my way to the store when I was attacked!” He lifted his trousers to show the long, deep cut on his thigh.
“Jesus Fil!” Faith exclaimed. “What the heck happened!”
“I’m getting to it alright!” Filden told her. “Like I said I was attacked by three ninjas, actually by the way they fought I would say they were more assassins than ninjas.”
“Assassins? Why were they looking for you?” Rene asked Filden quite shocked.
“That’s the thing. They weren’t looking for me, they were looking for someone else.”
“But if they weren’t looking for you then who were they looking for?” Faith interjected.
“No idea, but whoever it is I feel sorry for ‘em.” Faith checked her watch.
“So what should we do now?” Rene asked
“It’s getting late. We should start heading home. There should be a train in half an hour.” They agreed. They finished they’re drinks and said goodbye to Ben. They made they’re way back to the Skye station. Little did they know a black robed figure was crouching on the roof of the building opposite the bar. The man put a radio to his mouth.
“I’ve found him. Shall I engage?”
“Who’s he with?” Someone replied from the other end of the radio.
“The ninja and the girl.” He replied
“No it’s too dangerous to do it on your own. We’ll wait for tonight when he’s on his own” The man out his radio away.
“See you tonight Rene.”
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The moon was half-crescent. The sky was filled with clouds and on the barren earth were corpses of forgotten soldiers. In the middle of the field surrounded by tons of corpses was a tall man with long dark hair. His eyes were crimson red and in his right hand he held a long dark blade.
Everything flashed
“Am I really just a whisper in a forgotten dream?” The man asked himself. His voice was heavy with doubt. He walked forwards and stopped. Before him was a man struggling to stand.
Everything flashed again.
“Goodbye Rene.” The man stuck his hand forward and threw a ball of fire streaming towards his head.
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Rene woke. He was drenched in sweat. The dream felt so real. He could feel the blaze of fire against his face. It took him a minute to realise what had woken him. There were noises downstairs. Rene grabbed his sword, which was in its sheath next to his bed and threw on his jacket which was leaning over a chair next to his desk, He had gone to sleep in his trousers. He crept to his door. He opened it slightly, just wide enough to be able to see into the hallway and over the banister. Three men in dark robes were speaking quietly to each other. Rene strained his ears and just managed to hear them.
“…bloody idiot! Why oh why did we have to have the trainee!” One of the men said.
“I’m sorry okay? It was only a vase and it wasn’t even that loud!” The man, who was obviously the trainee said to them.
“It doesn’t matter now, what’s done is done.” The third man said. “Rale
you take downstairs. I’ll take this floor and Frunt you take upstairs. The other men saluted and set off to their respective areas. The trainee, who seemed to be called Frunt headed upstairs careful not to make anymore noise. The man turned right and went to the end of the hallway, he opened the first door, which was the bathroom and surveyed inside. Obviously no one was in there so the man closed the door and went to the next room. The room he opened now was a parlour so he went inside to look more carefully. Rene was worried about his mother because she was sleeping in a room closer to the man than his. He crept quietly to the parlour and went inside. The man turned around. He was about to shout out but Rene managed to stab him before he had the chance. The man died whilst he was on the blade. Rene stabbed his sword into the flooring and kicked the mans body off his blade.
There was a creaking outside the parlour and Rene spun around sword at the ready. His mother stood in the doorway staring at the body on the floor.
“R-Rene?” His mother asked. He nodded and walked towards her.
“Mum I need you to stay in this room, there are two other people in the house. I’m pretty sure these are the same people who attacked Filden in the city so that means they’re here to assassinate one of us and I’m betting that’s it’s me.” Rene’s mother nodded. “Make sure you’re well hidden and use the phone to call the police.”
“Okay,” Rene stood up to leave but before he had the chance his mother had grabbed his arm “Come back to me alive.” Rene nodded and could tell that she was terrified.
He left the room and crept to the banister so he could see into the living room. He could see the other assassin. The assassin put a radio to his.
“Frunt, any luck upstairs?” No reply “Frunt, Frunt! Rale, looks like our guy is awake, make sure you’re prepared if you bump into him.”
“Understood sir.” The assassin put the radio away and drew his shortsword. He turned towards the staircase and started to walk up them. Rene decided to pre-empt the attack and jumped out at the assassin, the man obviously knew he was there as his weapon was at the ready. Sparks were flown outwards and Rene had to jump backwards. The man kept his weapon at the ready. Rene spun forwards and initiated a complex sword combo. He attacked upwards and jumped with the slash. The man was caught by surprise but managed to block the attack, whilst Rene was in the air he performed a spinning attack and caught the man of case. He stabbed at his shoulder and managed to pierce the lightweight armor. The man grunted in pain as a trickle of blood seeped though a the hole in his clothing. Rene landed behind the man and performed a backwards stab going straight through the mans body. Rene withdrew his blade and the man fell to the ground.
Rene entered the living room expecting to be attacked but saw no one. He walked into the kitchen and noticed that the basement door was open. He walked over to it and flipped the switch on. The overhead lights flickered on but the assassin was no where in site. The basement was filled with shelves so the man could be hiding anywhere. Rene walked down the stairs. The lights flickered and Rene only just managed to see the blade flying towards him. He dodged left and felt the blade fly an inch away from his head. He rolled down the remaining stairs and took cover by some barrels.
He caught his breath and the lights flickered again. As soon as they came back on the assassin was stood within arms length of Rene. He jumped forward and went to attack. The lights flickered and the man disappeared.
“What the…?” The lights flickered and at last died away. Now all Rene had to see was his sense of hearing. He closed his eyes and strained his ears. He heard something come towards him, he tried to dodge but felt a small knife bury itself into his shoulder. He tried to listen again. He could hear the light patter of the assassins footsteps. He rolled forwards and heard the blade bury itself into a shelf. If Rene knew anything about assassins it was that they travelled light and usually only carried three knives, meaning the assassin was out and would have to resort to close combat. He heard the mans footsteps coming towards him. Rene pulled his blade upwards and sparks lit up both their faces giving Rene enough time to pull from the strike and kick the assassins leg so he fell down. Rene used his chance and stabbed the man deep into his shoulder. The man screamed out in agony as Rene pushed the blade even deeper into his shoulder. He let go off the blade and lifted the man with his hands. He took him upstairs into the living room. He ripped his blade out painfully and threw him onto the sofa. Rene walked into the kitchen and grabbed some kitchen knives. He walked back into the living room and over to the assassin.
“Who are you?” Rene demanded. The assassin said nothing. Rene gave him no second chances. He took a kitchen knife and plunged it into his leg. The man screamed out. “Who are you!!”
“My name’s Rale Hermont!” Rale shouted out in pain
“Who do you work for!” Rene shouted. The assassin once again said nothing. Rene grabbed the knife in Rales leg and twisted it. Rale screamed in unbearable pain. Blood started to gush from the wound in his leg. “Who do you work for!”
“I word for the king of Janoh!” Rale admitted!
“The king of Janoh?” Rene queried. “What does he want with me?” The assassin started to laugh which got on Renes nerves. He took out a longer bigger knife and plunged it in a downwards angle into Rales arm. He screamed once again and started to sniffle, but at the same time he carried on laughing.
“You… you will never know or understand.” The second he said that the man disappeared in a puff of black dust. The police arrived.
