Post by Theian G. Makarn on Nov 22, 2009 14:39:50 GMT -5
Theian wakes up and looks around. Urrrg, maybe I overtrained yesterday... The nearby trees are all cut down, sliced in two by what seems to be a sword. "Morning, Theian," Theian mutters to himself, "I wonder what today brings..." He goes over to one of the fallen trees and unseathes The Vorpal Edge, Zantetsuken. He runs toward the fallen tree, and in three... no... five... seconds, an entire section of the tree was chopped into firewood. Theian grabs some of the wood and places it into the cinders of the fire from last night.
Theian examines the wood. The cut edges were smooth. "Even for a blade that's lost its power," Theian laughs, "its skill is still considered godly." He got out some flint and started to make a fire... I wonder where Nieah is right now... Is she... even alive? A tear drops from Theian's eyes as he thinks about his little sister...
-flashback-
"Brother, brother! Wake up! We're in a storm!"
"Wha? Oh! A storm?!"
"Quick, grab the ropes!"
"Don't worry, my children, we'll survive!"
The storm was brutal, making several waves that would have sunk any ship. Winds screamed a scream that would scare the banshees away. Lightning streaked across the sky, only to be followed by its friend, thunder. The Makarn family was huddled together, they had tied eachother to the wood of their make-shift boat, hoping that... somehow... they would survive.
A huge wave struck the boat, sending months of hard work into splintered remains. The family was split.
"Daddy!"
"Nieah, stay calm!"
"Mother!"
"Theian!"
"Brother!"
"NIEAH!!!"
Another wave had struck, even bigger than the first. Theian saw, with his own eyes, his parents buried by the wave, before he himself was buried himself.
"Brother...."
His sister was calling, but he could not reach her, he himself was floating away... Theian could feel himself drifting asleep...
"Theian... brother... don't leave me here..."
In a last attempt, he dived toward his sister, trying to shout to her...
"Nieah... Don't worry, I'll save you..."
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He had woken up on the shores of a distant land, a foreign land. Even after years of treasure hunting, there were lands that he couldn't recognize. He was covered in salt, no doubt from the dried seawater. After waking up, he stood, and tried to pry off some of the filth off him.
"Haein? Mother? Nieah?!"
He ran, but only for a few seconds. After that night, he was completely exhausted. Theian, not wanting to give up, trudges along the edge of the beach... but couldn't find anything except... The Xurpeg and the Zantetsuken.
"The swords... how did they...? But, no one's here... did they, die?"
He falls to his knees, weeping over his lost family. His father, who had shown given him with these two blades... His mother, who had raised him and helped him in everything... and his sister, who had never failed to give him joy...
Theian looks up from his tears, and looked closely at the blade of the Xurpeg... there was a message inscribed in it...
This blade is not meant to give death, but is meant to give hope. Hope that through hardships, peace shall be found.
"Peace... Hope... Did father write this?" Theian looks at the Zantetsuken, and finds another message written on the hilt.
"We will never forget you. - Haein, and Nieah II/III."
Theian grabs both blades, and puts them on his sides. His parents... and Nieah... may still be alive. If he survived the storm, then his family could have, too. No... they DID survive. Brimming with new hope, he runs toward the nearby woods, promising himself... "I will find my family, and we will be together again, even if it's for a quick moment... we will be together again."
-end flashback-
He looks at the hilt of the Zantetsuken. The message had been blotted out from endless work with it, but the names "Haein, and Nieah II/III" was still visible. Theian had traveled everywhere, and had still found no sign of his family at all. Everytime he lost hope, he would look at those blades, and remember his promise... The fire is burning now, but Theian did not plan to stay. He cooked something to eat, and packed his things.
"I never forgot, and I will continue to search."
Theian examines the wood. The cut edges were smooth. "Even for a blade that's lost its power," Theian laughs, "its skill is still considered godly." He got out some flint and started to make a fire... I wonder where Nieah is right now... Is she... even alive? A tear drops from Theian's eyes as he thinks about his little sister...
-flashback-
"Brother, brother! Wake up! We're in a storm!"
"Wha? Oh! A storm?!"
"Quick, grab the ropes!"
"Don't worry, my children, we'll survive!"
The storm was brutal, making several waves that would have sunk any ship. Winds screamed a scream that would scare the banshees away. Lightning streaked across the sky, only to be followed by its friend, thunder. The Makarn family was huddled together, they had tied eachother to the wood of their make-shift boat, hoping that... somehow... they would survive.
A huge wave struck the boat, sending months of hard work into splintered remains. The family was split.
"Daddy!"
"Nieah, stay calm!"
"Mother!"
"Theian!"
"Brother!"
"NIEAH!!!"
Another wave had struck, even bigger than the first. Theian saw, with his own eyes, his parents buried by the wave, before he himself was buried himself.
"Brother...."
His sister was calling, but he could not reach her, he himself was floating away... Theian could feel himself drifting asleep...
"Theian... brother... don't leave me here..."
In a last attempt, he dived toward his sister, trying to shout to her...
"Nieah... Don't worry, I'll save you..."
------------------------------------------------------------------------
He had woken up on the shores of a distant land, a foreign land. Even after years of treasure hunting, there were lands that he couldn't recognize. He was covered in salt, no doubt from the dried seawater. After waking up, he stood, and tried to pry off some of the filth off him.
"Haein? Mother? Nieah?!"
He ran, but only for a few seconds. After that night, he was completely exhausted. Theian, not wanting to give up, trudges along the edge of the beach... but couldn't find anything except... The Xurpeg and the Zantetsuken.
"The swords... how did they...? But, no one's here... did they, die?"
He falls to his knees, weeping over his lost family. His father, who had shown given him with these two blades... His mother, who had raised him and helped him in everything... and his sister, who had never failed to give him joy...
Theian looks up from his tears, and looked closely at the blade of the Xurpeg... there was a message inscribed in it...
This blade is not meant to give death, but is meant to give hope. Hope that through hardships, peace shall be found.
"Peace... Hope... Did father write this?" Theian looks at the Zantetsuken, and finds another message written on the hilt.
"We will never forget you. - Haein, and Nieah II/III."
Theian grabs both blades, and puts them on his sides. His parents... and Nieah... may still be alive. If he survived the storm, then his family could have, too. No... they DID survive. Brimming with new hope, he runs toward the nearby woods, promising himself... "I will find my family, and we will be together again, even if it's for a quick moment... we will be together again."
-end flashback-
He looks at the hilt of the Zantetsuken. The message had been blotted out from endless work with it, but the names "Haein, and Nieah II/III" was still visible. Theian had traveled everywhere, and had still found no sign of his family at all. Everytime he lost hope, he would look at those blades, and remember his promise... The fire is burning now, but Theian did not plan to stay. He cooked something to eat, and packed his things.
"I never forgot, and I will continue to search."