(Chapter 2 is out. Please read it to.)
The White Samurai
"Dammit...dammit to hell," the young samurai says as he trudges through the rain and mud. "If it wasn't for these damn arrows...," he looks down at the four arrows protruding out his torso area, luckily none hitting any vital organs. He breaks off all the ends of them but doesn't have the strength left in him to push them out, nor does he want to knowing it could only make the wounds worse. He slowly limps down the path, all the energy left in him slowly leaving his body with every step he takes. "Is this the end? Is this all I have left in me?," he asks himself. "I...I'm sorry Hana...," he falls to his knees. "Hana...I will see you in the afterlife...," he falls face down into the mud. "Hana...," he whispers into the wind.
"Papa! Papa! Hes awake! Hes awake!," yells a little boy. A withered old looking man comes to the futon the young samurai is laying. "Hmmmm. Is he now?" he says looking up and down the samurai's body. The samurai slowly opening his eyes to see the old man and young boy. "Where...where am I?," asks the samurai looking around the room with a puzzled look on his face. "Why, your in my humble little home. Though its starting to fall apart," he chuckles to himself. The samurai looks around the room then at the little boy hiding behind the old man. The old man notices him looking at his grandson. "That's my grandson. Say hello Yuki," the boy hides himself more behind his grandfather. The old man chuckles again. "Don't worry hes just shy," the old man turns to Yuki. "Yuki could you go get me a cold rag for mister samurai?," the boy nods then runs to the kitchen area. "So young one whats your name?," the young samurai looks at the old man. "Where's my katanas?," the samurai asks ignoring the old mans question. "My my arnt we one to jump to the questions now," the old man looks over at the wall were the samurai's two katanas are leaning. "There right over there," the samurai starts to get up when a sudden jolt of pain goes directly to his wounds, forcing him back down on the futon. "Don't strain yourself young'n. Don't want to be opening up those wounds now do ya?," The samurai looks down at his torso which is now all bandaged up. "Yep you were pretty damaged up all right," the old man remembering when he found the samurai laying in the mud. "Me and my grandson was walkin back through the path way when we saw you laying there. We didn't know if you were dead, but when we knelt down to see if you were breathing you were mumbling something. Mana..no yana...no," "Hana!," the samurai bursts out. "Yep that was it!," the samurai forces himself to his feet. "Whoa there you need to be getting rest.," "No. I need to get to Hana," the samurai replied. "Hana, is she your wife?," the old man asked confused. "No..shes my little sister, and I promised her I'd come back for her!," the samurai stumbles, luckily the old man catches him in time and helps him back to the futon. "Ok ok. First off. Who are you?"
The young samurai sighs knowing there's no way of getting around this. "My name is Shiro Senshi," the old man's eyes opened wide hearing that name, then slowly closes them. "Shiro Senshi...the white warrior, the man who's slain more than a thousand men. One almost more feared than Nobunaga Oda himself...," the samurai flinches at the name. "So young samurai why were you laying in the mud back there?," the samurai looks at him remembering what had happen just a few hours ago.
(CHAPTER 2 IS OUT!)