Disclaimer: Though I'm fairly sure of this story's originality, I'll just
use this opportunity to apologize for my last "story" cause no one thought
it time-worthy of reviews which is good because I put it up to see how the
system worked.....
This story is only the Intro of a much bigger story that I will deem time- worthy to write only if demanded I do so send some, reviews..... I accept even the flames (which I got about 15 of for my last story). (sob)
BTW D&D does not belong to me, even though this is my own character so...yeah.
The man carried his torn body across the bloody plains. He couldn't walk..........no chance............too much blood had been lost already. He was fading in and out of consciousness............
'Where............?' he brought his head up and saw the sky. Scorched...........red as though the clouds themselves were the flesh of the newly ravaged sky. 'How.........did this...........? How did I.............?'. He thought he heard his name from somewhere distant, pleading for help. "Mirai............" he whispered finding his voice coarse as blood ran from his mouth.............
Flashback
Mirai: "So Xion. You seem preoccupied. Is there something wrong....?"
Xion:"................I just can't shake this feeling.............something is very wrong............"
Yells break out from outside their small house.............
Xion: "A fight............?"
A group of five darkened forms break through the door.
????: "Hello Xion, I assume. We're a band of mercenaries here to collect a small reward that has been put on your head.
Another form-a woman-takes a step forward.
????: "Should you resist us.............." a small dart was flung from her hand striking Mirai in the arm "....the chances of her surviving are slim to none............especially when you don't know what poison you're looking to cure...."
Xion: "...........Mirai.............." Xion staggered backwards.
End Flashback
'..........But then.............' Xion tried to stand. He couldn't. He couldn't save his sister...............he couldn't walk. Why was he alive.............? "Useless!" he screamed his frustration and slammed his fist against the ground his body wracked with pain and he lifted his hand to stare at it.......... 'Covered in blood.............not my own.............what then..............?'
Flashback
Xion: "You must be joking me..............."
The entire band of mercenaries stood outside of his house. There were about 60 in all with weapons drawn.
????: "Our employer thought you'd put up quite a fight...........hmph...........So Xion..........you seem to be a child with no consequence whatsoever. Not worthy of a last name, not even a rank of significance. Too bad he wants you dead, otherwise I'd offer you a position myself. That would be, of course, if you could live up to your name............."
Xion: "Planning to kill me..............." his voice said mockingly. "................Where are the rest of you...........? Or were you planning to catch me sleeping....?"
????: "Child, you're worthless. Maybe in your own imaginati............."
Xion's sword swept upwards cutting through the secured sheath with its edge. Its point now was at the man's throat.............. "You're wrong................now whose life is worthless?" His sword pierced the man's throat.
Mirai: "Xion!" Seven men now appeared behind Mirai one holding a dagger covered in runes.
????: "So you knew the poison was false eh?
Xion: "..........No............."
????: "Well I suppose you can get over here before my knife reaches her throat?"
Xion: "............."
????: "Well then. Bind him...........He will be executed. You six will stay here and keep her company then.........."
The man sheathed his dagger and began walking eastwards, leaving town. Xion felt the prick of a dart in his neck followed by a few more. He blacked out...........
End Flashback
Xion flipped over and continued his futile crawling.
"If only I could find.............." his hand slipped across something cool....a blade....He looked down and saw the knife that was held to Mirai's throat...............next to which the twisted remains of that man's body.
Xion grabbed and threw the dagger off to the side..................He saw a light from the corner of his eye............bright and beautiful. He was bleeding to death. He knew it was inevitable.............but who had done this? He observed the devastation that had befallen his captors as he knew them now...........bodies twisted lying about on top of each other. The plains about him....The grounds were twisted, warped............even the sky.............He thought as he rested his head on the ground ...........Even me........... He felt a final pain and laid in darkness..............
This story is only the Intro of a much bigger story that I will deem time- worthy to write only if demanded I do so send some, reviews..... I accept even the flames (which I got about 15 of for my last story). (sob)
BTW D&D does not belong to me, even though this is my own character so...yeah.
The man carried his torn body across the bloody plains. He couldn't walk..........no chance............too much blood had been lost already. He was fading in and out of consciousness............
'Where............?' he brought his head up and saw the sky. Scorched...........red as though the clouds themselves were the flesh of the newly ravaged sky. 'How.........did this...........? How did I.............?'. He thought he heard his name from somewhere distant, pleading for help. "Mirai............" he whispered finding his voice coarse as blood ran from his mouth.............
Flashback
Mirai: "So Xion. You seem preoccupied. Is there something wrong....?"
Xion:"................I just can't shake this feeling.............something is very wrong............"
Yells break out from outside their small house.............
Xion: "A fight............?"
A group of five darkened forms break through the door.
????: "Hello Xion, I assume. We're a band of mercenaries here to collect a small reward that has been put on your head.
Another form-a woman-takes a step forward.
????: "Should you resist us.............." a small dart was flung from her hand striking Mirai in the arm "....the chances of her surviving are slim to none............especially when you don't know what poison you're looking to cure...."
Xion: "...........Mirai.............." Xion staggered backwards.
End Flashback
'..........But then.............' Xion tried to stand. He couldn't. He couldn't save his sister...............he couldn't walk. Why was he alive.............? "Useless!" he screamed his frustration and slammed his fist against the ground his body wracked with pain and he lifted his hand to stare at it.......... 'Covered in blood.............not my own.............what then..............?'
Flashback
Xion: "You must be joking me..............."
The entire band of mercenaries stood outside of his house. There were about 60 in all with weapons drawn.
????: "Our employer thought you'd put up quite a fight...........hmph...........So Xion..........you seem to be a child with no consequence whatsoever. Not worthy of a last name, not even a rank of significance. Too bad he wants you dead, otherwise I'd offer you a position myself. That would be, of course, if you could live up to your name............."
Xion: "Planning to kill me..............." his voice said mockingly. "................Where are the rest of you...........? Or were you planning to catch me sleeping....?"
????: "Child, you're worthless. Maybe in your own imaginati............."
Xion's sword swept upwards cutting through the secured sheath with its edge. Its point now was at the man's throat.............. "You're wrong................now whose life is worthless?" His sword pierced the man's throat.
Mirai: "Xion!" Seven men now appeared behind Mirai one holding a dagger covered in runes.
????: "So you knew the poison was false eh?
Xion: "..........No............."
????: "Well I suppose you can get over here before my knife reaches her throat?"
Xion: "............."
????: "Well then. Bind him...........He will be executed. You six will stay here and keep her company then.........."
The man sheathed his dagger and began walking eastwards, leaving town. Xion felt the prick of a dart in his neck followed by a few more. He blacked out...........
End Flashback
Xion flipped over and continued his futile crawling.
"If only I could find.............." his hand slipped across something cool....a blade....He looked down and saw the knife that was held to Mirai's throat...............next to which the twisted remains of that man's body.
Xion grabbed and threw the dagger off to the side..................He saw a light from the corner of his eye............bright and beautiful. He was bleeding to death. He knew it was inevitable.............but who had done this? He observed the devastation that had befallen his captors as he knew them now...........bodies twisted lying about on top of each other. The plains about him....The grounds were twisted, warped............even the sky.............He thought as he rested his head on the ground ...........Even me........... He felt a final pain and laid in darkness..............