Mai: HIYA PEOPLE! This is my first time making, and by making I mean actually putting it into non-mental words!
Micaiah: As they say, "There's a first time for everything."
Mai: this time, we have Macaiah the heroine of the sequel of the story which this
fanfiction insertion is based out of, who I have picked to be a temporary co-host! Woo.. out of breath and it's only my second-
Micaiah: Third actually.
Mai: OK! THIRD sentence.. huff
WITHOUT FURTHER OR DO, WELCOME TO MY SELF INSERTION OF
Fire Emblem: Path of Radiance
A Prologue Before the Prologue (1/2)
Bored out of my mind I looked straight up at the sky allowing the sun to shine through my glasses.
"IT BURNS!"
I screamed. I should of thought about how bright the sun was before I looked up east of my house. Smart I thought to myself, REAL smart. It'd been a long time since I just walked around in my backyard trying to catch bugs.
"All I'm doing is reliving my "Glory days" of my time of catching bugs... If Dad hadn't mowed the lawn every month there'd be a LOT more buggies and a LOT less plant and bug carnage... I don't see how a short grass lawn is better than a tall grass one... SURE the grass is itchy, but it looks WAAAAY more natural. Give it a chance to turn GREEN PLEASE!!!"
I walked around a bit more, climbing up and down the hill in my backyard kicking the grass seeing if any crickets, grasshoppers, or any flying insects would scatter for a "safer" location. That is, if there were any still alive.
"... Maybe I should practice some Karate Katas... OH I KNOW!"
I ran. I ran jump the fence which protected our tomato patch from the scratchy monster Rummy (my dog), turned the corner, hopped the two small steps, yanked open the door and landed onto the fuzzy carpet that we all wipe our feet on after we've stepped on Rummy's presents... or it could be just plain mud.
I slipped on the carpet and landed with a loud and hard THUD.
"WHAZZAT?!"
My Dad flipped over on the couch springing back to life from his nap getting up and checking the source of his awakening. An "Ow" escaped my mouth upon getting up and rubbing my hand which I used to break my fall as I was taught by my Sensei for 7 years.
"Oh, it's just you. You okay?"
I picked up the wooden sword he made for me earlier in the year and replied,
"Yeah, no prob. No bones broken, no organs squished, except some epidermis, other than that, I'm A-O-KAY!"
Upon hearing my cheery voice he started to walk back to the couch. I could have sworn I heard him mutter "Oh Alright..." but I ignored the silent comment and went back outside.
"ALRIGHT! Sword in the left, and step with the same side..."
I practiced the moves I watched my Sensei demonstrate for me the last few months of school. I tried making it flow as much as possible. I remembered the name sounded pretty, but the Chinese was not within my memory banks. I tried thinking of the words that were hard for me to pronounce. Eventually, the confusion lead me to humming Zombie-Loan's ending theme "Chain Ring" (which I was listening to as I typed this out).
You may skip the next paragraph since it's mostly about my karate class. Read to fill your curiosity sure, but personally, after reading it over, it would probably seem boring to a large percent of you. Read at your own risk of boredom (Look for the "***" if you're skipping).
I practiced it over until the spot that we stopped at last time he taught me. Only a few more moves, those were always what I heard. A few moves jumps, a few more slashes of air, a few more blocking of wind, and it would be complete. Graceful, flowy, even thought the second one isn't a word I still said it in my mind as I practiced. It took me about 3 minutes to do the whole thing which I knew, so by the time class started at six in the evening, I would have done it ten times. This implies of course that I get to class thirty minutes before the usual class. My two upperclassmen were one to two years younger than me, and got bored so they quit this year. The highest the class ever got was one year younger upperclassman who was in my split seven and eight class of 2007-2008. He left the class two years ago in the class of 2006-2007 as a brown belt triple stripe. ONE MORE LEVEL TILL BLACK! That's what we all said, but he still left out of boredom or of tight schedule. Last year, the one who was two years younger than me quit. He quit at the same belt level as the last one, leaving me as the last brown belt in the class. It'll be 2 stripes till the next person comes over to my level.. Which usually takes up another year, which by THAT time, it'd be higher still.
There are two people in class that use weapons. The guy behind me uses a bo staff. The other person is me, who uses a broadsword. I used to use Sensei's metal swords, but to practice at home, my Dad got the measurements and made one out of wood. I suppose I've bored you out of your mind by now, so I'll just skip to the point.
***
"Physical attacks, OKAY but I really wish I could use magic and just blow any person messin' with me AWAY! Wizard of Oz style."
I suppose that was very ironic, because as I said those very words, a gust of horrendous wind came flying at me. Yep, I thought, "Wizard of Oz style" alright. I could of sworn I hit the fence to the north of my house, but when I "got" there, there was no fence. I ended up just hitting cold muddy ground.
"YUMMY!"
I quietly mumbled to myself wiping the mud off me. I stood up. Trying to brush the mud off myself as best I could. It was in my hair, it was on my face, it was on my pants, scandals, shirt and my baseball cap which is like my symbol. Lots of people at school knew me and found me easily because of my bright blue cap, which didn't seem so bright and blue at the moment. I wiped some mud that spattered on my face off with my free hand. Learning that I had semi-inhaled some, I coughed.
*COUGH COUGH* "STUPID MUD!"
I kicked it in an attempt to have revenge. Of course, it' nearly impossible to have revenge on the planet, since WE'RE the ones slowly killing it. Realizing this, I stopped my foot and apologized to the ground. This is when I realized that a dark shadow loomed across me, covering me with its darkness. My first thoughts were WHO THE HELL IS BEHIND ME and Do they sell cotton candy here? Shaking my head at the ridiculous thought I needlessly turned my head to learn of who or what as behind me. This noun turned me around before I caught a glimpse of said noun.
"I apologize. Are you alright?"
I recognized the face immediately even though it was covered by the shadow of his cloak. Dazed and stunned more than anything, I replied
"HUH! WHAT? NO COTTON CAND- OH! SORRY! YEAH! I'M JUST FINE! SORRY FOR BOTHERING YOU!"
STUPID STUPID STUPID GIRL! I said in my head pounding my inner picture of me.
"You seem listless, you sure you're ok ma'am?"
I made sure to memorize the voice if I ever had to see this guy again... or at least.. TRIED to memorize his voice.
"Oh sorry, I was just caught off guard... sorry for troubling you."
THERE! A WORTH WHILE, STRAIGHT TO THE POINT, CALM RESPONSE! MUCH BETTER! I screamed this in my head.
"Are you sure? If it really is no trouble I can walk you over to a doctor to check-"
He cut himself off. I watched his eyes travel to my right hand which still carried my practice sword. I guess I had to clung on to SOMETHING during that gust. No poles, no ropes, no person, fence was too far, the closest thing to grab on to was something already in my hand. Hey, it isn't my fault that I'm scared of falling! What is somebody's natural reaction to falling? Well.. GRABBING THE NEAREST DARN OBJECT NEARBY TO KEEP YOURSELF UP THAT'S WHAT!
"A sword..."
I could tell that prejury had struck this person. Either that or paranoia, either one seems highly accurate. Something bad was going to happen. IT WAS KARMA! IT WAS GETTING ME BACK FOR TAKING THE LAST RUBBARB SPONGE CAKE SLICE LAST NIGHT! OH NO!
*GASP*I gasped subconsciously. Which was BAD. VERY bad. This is because this made me more suspicious than I already seemed. The cloaked man paced back slowly. Taking care not to make any sudden movements, I followed suit. He took out a book which made me feel VERY VERY unlucky. He then said something that reminded me of a sped up high version of the elven tongue in The Lord of the Rings. It's implied that I couldn't understand a word he said of course... Within a moment the air started to "shake." I could feel it moving around me shaking like the earth if there was an earthquake, vibrating. I then saw some of the air around me turn a bright green and heading towards me. Realizing it was headed for a fixed point, I dodged all four of the blades of air.
The guy was surprised of course, but not as surprised as I would have thought.
"As I feared..."
He mumbled about six meters away from me.
"What was your fear?"
He stayed silent. THIS annoyed me, but as all this was going on, I didn't realize a second was coming while I was stuck thinking in my mind. I tried my best to block it since it was too late to plan a dodge even though you don't PLAN dodges...
BAM. The wind blades hit with a large clap. Much like a thunder clap, only it was wind.
"YOW!!!"
I yelped. It hurt like blunt paper cutting your skin. Surprisingly, I managed to block some damage with my sword. My clothes ACTUALLY had defense value! THIS made me happy. Seeking revenge, I responded in kind. Taking about six meters to use a momentum for my attack (and playing by the rules of the original game's movement levels which would leave me with six units of movement per turn), I jumped into the air, swinging my wooden sword down with medium strength. I wanted revenge, but if I killed someone, that'd be the first on my record. I'm still a minor after all. My retaliation caught my "friend" off guard as well, resulting in a critical blow.
"GYAAH!"
My kind host spat out. After my landing I went for a second attack, but my adversary surprised me yet again with a counter before I could strike. Stunned and hurt, I stood there as he struck again. With the last of my strength I tossed myself out of the way. The wind barely missed me, but the match was over anyway. I collapsed for the second time that day.
"Ugh..."
Tired and exhausted at the events of that day, I closed my eyes and hoped the best for the rest of the day.
Mai: Gosh... typing all THAT and reading it OVER AND OVER again for revising.. THAT was exhausting...
Micaiah: Perhaps the reason you're so tired is because it is 1:25 AM?
Mai: ...
Micaiah: Mai? Are you alright?
Mai: ...
Micaiah: *poke*
Mai: ...
Micaiah: Energetic one moment and sleeping the next...
Mai: ...
Micaiah: umm.. Maiyatsumi owns nothing except the basic parody.
Mai: ...
Micaiah: Mai says in her dreams... "review..." I suppose that means "review if you want, otherwise, move along or wait for an update, good night."