Forgotten Tales of the Three Kingdoms:
(I know at first it won't seem like a Dynasty Warriors Fan-Fic, but in the later chapters coming up, I will introduce characters from the series and original characters for the story in the later chapters to come, until then, I will build on the main character's past)
(Note: Words in bold-italicized are from other people's actions, bold-italicized in quotations are peoples words, conversations, and so on.Words in Italics are the main character's thoughts, actions, and what he sees and feels. Words in quotes are what he says.)
Some events in history are excluded and forgotten, these events are sometimes too far-fetched to seem true or far too unbelievable to even seem possible. Fighting through this broken word, the young warrior tries to find a purpose in fighting and living, but with a past unknown to even himself and enemies never before seen in this world after his life, he wonders what is the truth behind his cursed eternal fate, and what is truly worth saving in this world. The destiny of this world is one that is grasped by one's own hand. This is the forgotten history of the Three Kingdoms, one warrior's battle that was fought for the very future of existence at stake.
Chapter 1: The Way of Destiny
"I wonder just how long it truly has been. Is it ten years now, twelve, fifteen, I can't remember. Just how long have I been in this world, it feels like an eternity. The people who found me on that last battlefield said I was the only one still alive. What was I trying to accomplish there, was I trying to fight, did I simply want to kill, or was death what I was after. I don't know the answer to that myself . . . . . ."
(Suddenly screaming could be heard from the village)
The screams had woken me back to reality once again . . . "What is up with these people, can't the injured get any rest?"
"The village is under attack" screamed the village people "A group of bandits have come, they'll kill us all" yelled another "Everyone run, or else you'll be killed!"
I got up and took a look outside of the hut I had been resting in, I could only stare in disbelief as the village was set ablaze and the fires began to consume everything in its wake. I saw villages being cut down; they never even had a chance to defend themselves. I continued to look on hoping this was just a horrible nightmare. Then I saw the small boy who was tending to my injuries running from the bandits, I rushed as quickly as I could.
"STOP, PLEASE, DON'T DO THIS!!!" I yelled at the bandit with all the breath in my lungs, he then looked straight at me and smiled as his spear pierced the young boy's heart. In that instant, the world grew dark, and an unseen rage overcame my body. I picked up a nearby spear and lunged at the bandit stabbing through his throat as he let out a scream.
I stood gasping for air; trying to aid the boy I knew was already dead.
"DAMN IT, Damn it, DAMN!! AGHHHHHHHHH!!!!" The screams had alerted the other bandits, and soon all fifteen of the other bandits had surrounded me. All of them on horseback and spears ready for battle. I picked up two swords from other dead villages around me in some hope of defending myself. My rage still had a hold on my body, refusing to flee.
"YOU MONSTERS!!!! I'll make you regret ever coming here!!" I yelled to their leader. "I'll kill you, I'll kill you ALL!!!"
"You'll make us regret it, hahahahaha" spoke the bandit leader "Just what do you think a little kid like you can do, huh boy?" "Kill us, what a joke, you're one funny kid, you know that; Hahaha"the rest of the bandits snickered and laughed along with him. "We will show you how we take care of trouble-making brats."
I fought as hard and as long as I could, but being injured and outnumbered had begun to take its toll. I was soon knock out and left to die in the flames. As dawn broke, I awoke, bleeding from the injuries inflicted last night. I looked around and saw nothing . . . buildings had been reduced to ash, and bodies scattered to the winds. Once again I had been the only survivor; I wandered for hours, unable to find anyone, I collapsed continually asking myself "Why did I survive again? Why can I never protect people?" "Damn it . . . . . why . . ." I lied there as the dark clouds came in and rain fell across the land.
Another village, another battle, and another sea of death . . . It seems the Heavens have this world against me. I am not allowed any rest in this world and I am forced to walk this earth for all time it seems. This cursed fate of being unable to die, of losing everything time and time again is just too much. I had been wandering for a week before I came to the next village. Maybe things will be different there, I doubt it . . .
"Hey, is this
kid dead" "No, looks like he's still breathing, but he's hurt
pretty badly." "It seems he came from that village that was
attacked last night." "Poor boy, should we help him?" The
voices became more distant and faint as time passed. "NO, Leave
him there, have you people not heard the stories?" "What
stories?" "The one about the wandering boy who brings death to
any village he sets foot in, this child must be him, what other kid
would have silver-white hair like that and those demonic green eyes!"
Soon the voices disappeared completely and I faded into sleep. When I awoke what seemed like seconds later I was in a house with my injuries tended to and treated. I remembered the conversation the villagers had earlier and had gotten up preparing to leave when a young couple walked in . . .
"Relax child, we aren't going to hurt you." They said. "Why did you help me, what do you want from me" I asked. "We couldn't just leave a little boy to die out there like that" "We helped you because it was the right thing to do." "The right thing . . . to do? I don't quite understand, but didn't you hear the stories about me, you're putting your lives in danger by helping me and your whole village by bringing me here!" "It's going to be alright" said the couple "You have nothing to worry about here, you're safe with us."
I soon went back to sleep, it had been a week later that I had now woken up once again. It seemed like a paradise, to be able to stay and relax, not having to see death or crawl through fields with the last once of life that my body always seems to keep. I stayed with the young couple and helped them as much as I was able to. But after another week, they asked me a question that has been tearing me apart inside . . . I've been thinking on it for five days now, and the more I think about it, the more I realize I don't know about it.
"Just who exactly am I?" "What is my name . . . did I even have a name?" The question was like a plaque in my mind, the more I thought about it, the more it ate away at me, but I wanted to know the truth as to who I really am. "What am I, why do I continue to live on, I feel something inside me knows the answer, but it won't tell me." I close my eyes and can feel a unique flow of energy inside myself. "This strange feeling of power that flows through me, what is it? Is it mine or . . . ?
(Screams coming from villagers in the distance)
"Well, I know that sound all too well, peace can never last forever for me it seems."
"The village is going to be under attack soon, all civilians take cover!" The young man that helped me was giving orders to the people; I only found out that he was the leader of the village some time ago. "All able men are to prepare for battle" "Those traitors that follow Dong Zhuo will not take this village! I will not allow this village to fall prey to his sick, twisted ambition!" I stood ready to fight despite his protests, I will help protect everyone this time. I will not let them die because of me! "Everyone, we can defend our homes if we stand united"
This time I can fight, I will defend these people that helped me, even if it's the last thing I do! I picked up my swords and prepared to march off to face these murderous soldiers. I won't allow harm to come to this village, I'll stake my life on it.