Bloody Accident

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"talking"

'thoughts'

Flashbacks

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As Clare sliced the yoma in half with her claymore, she hardly paid any notice to the unconscious teenager laying in the pool of the recently killed yoma's blood. Without a look back, she flicked the blood off of her blade and sheathed it, while walking out the destroyed door. Had she taken the time to look back, she might have seen the deep, semi-fatal wound across the boy's chest, taking in the majority of the puddle of yoma's blood that the boy was laying in.

By the time a villager found the young man, the wound had been closed but a large, thick scar still remained. He was then taken to the chiefs house, so that the chief could talk to him when he woke up. Several hours later, the teen woke. After his eyes had adjusted to the sudden light of the morning sun, he sat up and looked around the room, and found that it was the guest room at the chiefs house. He knew, as he had spent many days in this room after his parents were killed. After gazing around the room, he remembered the night before. He looked quickly down to his chest to see if his injury had been real, since he hadn't felt any pain since he woke. What he saw, or what he saw that wasn't there, shocked him. Instead of a long, healing gash, he saw a long, thick scar that shined a faint silver. He knew that such a thing was not natural. But than a memory popped into his head. The last thing he saw was the large puddle of blood before his vision had gone blank.

Quickly, he got out of bed and ran to a mirror on the other side of the room. However, as soon as he started moving to the mirror, he was there. Blinking, he looked back at the bed before he looked at the mirror, then back again. It was then that he noticed that he felt much stronger and faster than he did before. Suddenly, a thought popped into his head and he felt fear creeping though him. He slowly looked up to the mirror at his reflection, or more of his eyes reflection. He found his fears to be true. He started crying while looking at his eyes. The once light brown that his eyes had been was no longer there. Insttead, his eyes had taken the color of liquid silver. A thought popped into his head as he fell to the floor and curled up, crying.

He was no longer human....

That was how the village chief found him an hour later, Raki, who hadn't cried since his parents death a few years prior, not even when his family around him died horrible deaths did he cry. He got down on the floor and held Raki as he cried. It tore at him to see the child that he considered his grandson cry like the world was coming to an end. For hours he held Raki as he cried, gently rocking him back and forth, until his crying had stooped and his tears had dried. When Raki looked up to thank the chief, he locked his eyes with Rki's and was shocked by what he saw. Liquid silver eyes staring at him from the young man. At first, he felt a sudden tidal wave of fear, however, he quickly gained control of his actions, and pushed his fear aside, only to be replaced by sadness as he pieced together the facts. First the blood they found the boy in, then the appearance of a large mysterious scar, and finaly, the siver eyes.

As silent tears streamed down his face, he informed Raki that he could no longer stay in the village, or the people would try to kill him when they found out of his new condition. Raki, while crying several silent tears of his own, asked for only a few things before he left. The Chief, understanding that Raki would need several things in order to servive, immediately went about getting several pairs of new clothes, food, and a pack. On his way back to his house with the supplies, the Chief past the blacksmith's shop. An idea forming in his mind, he went inside to talk to the master blacksmith and told him of Raki's need for armor and a blade.

The blacksmith understood quickly and immediately went to work with his apprentices creating the best armor and blade that they could for the ill-fated teenager.

The Chief went back to his house and informed Raki that he would leave in several days time so that the blacksmith could finish his work. Since that morning when he woke and was told what happened, Raki had dropped the antics that most teenagers displayed and tuned serious. He knew that while he may have a blade, he did not know how to use it.

Without hesitation, he asked the Chief if he could find someone to teach him at least the basics of how to use a blade. The Chief nodded and went to find the captain of the village guard.

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2 days later

The two days that Raki had left in the village was spent learning how to use multiple types of blades. He picked up the use of daggers and dual bladed swords surprisingly fast. That didn't mean that there was not room for improvement, though.

They also found that after the incident, Raki was able to move faster than any human could and started to make his own personal style that would use his speed to quickly take down several opponents at a time.

Around sundown of the second day, the blacksmith came to the chief's house with the completed armor that consisted of adjustable shoulder plates, a breastplate, a plate that covered the upper back, forearm guards, and boots that covered his calves. All would allow Raki maximum movement so he wouldn't need to worry about the armor hindering him.

He had made the a double bladed great sword and two single bladed daggers that were about 14 inches long when he found out that Raki showed talent with those weapons, despite the immense size of the great sword.

When Raki asked what the armor and sword were made of, the blacksmith had told them that a while ago he found several broken claymores that the organization gave to their warriors in the woods a few miles away from the village, and that he used that unknown metal to make the items.

Raki then went to change into his new cloths and armor as he would be leaving later that night.

Several minutes later, Raki stepped into the room in his new cloths and armor. He had the legs of his lose black pants tucked into his boots, he had on a black formfitting, long sleeve shirt under his upper body armor with his great sword strapped to his back, and his daggers strapped to his black leather belt. Despite him being only 5'10", the outfit, combined with his silver tinted eye's made him look rather intimidating.

The chief and blacksmith, while slightly shocked, looked on in approval.

When the sun was down and most of the people were inside, the three made their way to the gate. On the way, those who were still out side watched in shock as the three made their way to the gate. When they got there, the chief handed Raki his pack and spoke in a sad tone.

"Raki, remember that while you must leave, that there are still those in the village that will miss you and that even though you have changed, you are still yourself and what happened was not your fault." he said.

"I know, sir. I may have to leave, but this will always be my home." Raki said.

The chief nodded before clasping Raki's forearm and shaking it before stepping back to allow the blacksmith to speek.

"Raki, use those blades well and do the village proud. Always remember where you came from and protect those you care for." he said.

He did the same as the chief moments before and clasped Raki's forearmand gave it a firm shake.

Raki nodded to the both of them and turned to walk out of the gate, without looking back, and out into the night to find his new place in the world.

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