Let me tell you a story about me. I ran through the forest, jumping through the trees. A few tears fell from my face, but I wiped them off and continued onwards. Well, I definitely looked like I was escaping from somewhere, don't I? Well I was. To explain why I was running, I need to tell you everything. I was the last of the Furtiouri Clan, a clan filled with Ninjas. Now, centuries ago, there were many Clans. They spanned across the continent of Asia. It was hard to not come across a Ninja Clan. We were nomadic people, always moving somewhere. Back then, life was hard. There no laws in this primitive land. It was killed or be killed. That, however, had been centuries ago. The Ninja Elders back then were fed up with the fighting and decided to band together to create the Ninja Consul. Now, the Ninjas are a peaceful people. The only hostility that was encountered was the big Event that every clan went to. The big Event was a festival where games were hosted to prove who is the best Ninja Clan.
Then came the Samurais. No one knew where they came actually came from. All we knew is that they came from out the sea. The Samurais killed every Ninja Clan they met. Not to say that we fought back. We killed ten people every time they killed one of us. Unfortunately, they had the superior numbers. Every month, a new shipment of new Samurais came from the sea. It was worse when we discovered that we had traitors within our mists. The Samurais knew how to act like us, how to dress like us, how to be like us. One Samurai infiltrated a Council meeting, and killed every single of the Ninja Elders. Without a clear leader, we had no chance. I was born during this chaos. My father was named Huo. I never knew my mother. Father told me, she was killed a couple days after my birth. It had been a terrible time. There used to be thousands of Ninja Clans. Now there were only one, the Furtiouri Clan.
Now there is none. We were attacked by the Samurais at night, and the last of the Ninjas were all brutally slaughtered. I hid under the boards of my bedroom floor, where my father had dug a hiding place. My father was always paranoid after Mother's death, and made several hiding places throughout the house. After I heard the footsteps of the enemies fade, I jumped out, and ran into my father's room. I was horrified by what I saw. My father's chest was slashed open and violated. All this organs spilled onto the bed. The worst of all, he was still alive.
"Father, hold on! Let me call the healers!" I said and I was prepared to jump out the window, before Father stopped me.
"Son, it's too late for me, for the Clan. I don't have enough time. Go to the weapon closet and take what you need and escape. Live for our Clan. Goodbye my son, and remember, I will always love you."
With his last words, he slowly closed his eyes, and his last breath escaped. My eyes stung with unshed tears as I gave prayers to the Gods of Olympus. My father was always the believer of the Western Gods, the greek Gods. I never really believed in them, but Father drilled the prayers into me. I prayed for Hades to lead my father into Elysium. I ran downstairs, and opened the closet. Following the myths, I slipped a small gold piece under his tongue, for entry into the Underworld. I grabbed my black suit and grabbed my twin katanas, with a few whetstones. I didn't know whether I will need to sharpen it. I filled a vest up with throwing stars and knifes, and grabbed a bag filled with cloth, iron, rope, and cooking supplies. I onto the roof and jumped onto the trees. Not a moment too soon too. The entire village went up in flames. I admit, I was scared and pissed a little. I ran away into the forest. Ran away to save myself. Ran away from the enemy. Ran away from the pain. I cried the entire way. My name is Allan, and I was the last of the Ninjas, and the thought scared me.
I never stopped. I kept on going until I couldn't run anymore, and my muscles burned. That's how I knew that I'm was safe. I was the best runner in my Clan, and no one could wish to beat me. Without warning, I feel my gaze blacken, and I fell down and slept on the ground due to pure exhaustion. I had a dream that night. In my dream, I was running through the same forest. I passed this old willow tree, that had red flowers and I turned right. I ran into a clearing after a few minutes. In the clearing, there is a temple that beckoned me to come. On the steps of the temple, three old women, with a ball of yarn, waved at me to come closer. I woke up.
After a light breakfast of berries that I forged, I continued on through the forest. I must not stop for my enemies could be close. My stomach rumbled. Berries were a good breakfast, but not fulfilling. I decided to stop and rest for a little. A black bear padded along, not far from me. It's been too long since I had bear meat. I must hunt it. I threw four stars at the bear and it started running away from me. I was not willing to let my meal go. I followed it deep into the forest and ended its pitiful existence with a quick swipe of my katana. Immediately, I began to skin the bear, cutting the meat into big pieces and wrapping them in the cloth I brought. After I was finished with the preparation, I glanced up and fell down. I was standing in front of the same widow tree in my dream. Like what the fuck? This had got to mean something.
Like in my dream, I turned right and continued running until I reached a clearing. It was the same clearing as in the dream. One small problem, there's no giant ass temple. My stomach rumbles again. I decided to eat the bear meat, and I walked around the clearing for firewood. Once I got the proper amount of firewood, I started a fire and roasted the beat meat. Before I began eating, I threw the two best pieces into the fire.
"I offer these sacrifices to Lady Hera, and Lord Hades. May you enjoy these."
I didn't like it, but my father did it everyday, and I followed. Habits are hard to break. Usually, I will only sacrifice to Lady Hera, who is my father's favorite goddess, but I decided to also sacrifice to Lord Hades. If the Greek Gods are real, then maybe this sacrifice will bring my father closer to Elysium. A small boy can hope at least.
After I ate my share in bear meat, I put the rest of the meat back in its cloth, and placed it in my bag. I took out rope and I sharpened the bits of iron into spikes with whetstones, and along the perimeter of the clearing, I walked around the clearing, setting up traps that would either kill the Samurais or at least hinder them so I could escape. I fell asleep, holding onto my twin katanas. Luckily, I had no dreams tonight, and slept peacefully in the clearing. But when I woke up, I was surprised. For some odd reason, I wasn't in the clearing that I slept in. Instead, I was in the temple that I seen in my dreams. Like what the hell is happening right now?
A/N Sorry about the short chapter. This isn't really a chapter, just a small prologue to introduce the main character. Again, I know I said this would be a oneshot, I decided last minute to include the entirely that is Allan. I'm also trying out a new writing style, hence the reason why this story seems a little different than my other writings. Updates will come faster now as I try to stay with a schedule. I will try to update this story on Wednesday only, while my other story, The Betrayed Guardian of the Hunt, will be updated on Monday, Friday, and Saturday. My FE story, The Guardian of the Fell Dragon, will be updated on Tuesday, Thursday, and Sunday! I will try my best to stay with this schedule! I hope you guys enjoy this story! Leave a review!