Ten'nyo
Chapter 1
The king's audience
A large room, warm lit by torches upon the curved marble wall. Chandeliers radiantly cast candlelight. Above the magnificent chandelier a painted doomed ceiling in cased the room. The room had a stage toward the northern wall side. Behind the stage a single black door lay.
This wondrous had typically been empty for the last thousand years but today one hundred children stood on the hard cherry wood floor. No two children looked alike. Some seemed barely old enough to talk others were in their early teens. Oddly some of the children did not look human and others appeared to be misfit animals.
The air was thick, all the children were nervous. Some stood still, smirking, but most just looked ill and held the hand of a friend for dear life. One child, breaking the silence, was pointing at a fusa pink rabbit laughing so hard that his V-shaped head was floating feet above him.
The children were waiting to see the king. This would be the first and last time for most of the children. The king was to address them on the war they were to wage in a strange new world, the competition to success him. The rumors of the king were that he was dyeing from his thousand-year rein. It was said that he had a single daughter. No one why he had not let her pass him for the throne, or weather she had lived these last thousand years.
The black door over the stage opened and the room fell dead silent, all breath seemed to freeze. An old man hunched over his simple walking cane waddled to the front of the stage. His snow-white hair fell passed he skinny knees and his beard was just as long. White-eye brows cover his eyes, only the green and white of his cold eyes. Scars and wrinkles lined his face.
A single girl far back in the audience glared at him. Her violet her was so dark it almost seemed black. It was tied in a single high ponytail rested just passed her shoulders and her long bangs tied on both sides of her face brushed the middle of her neck. She wore a light pink T-shirt with purple butterfly wings over her heart. Simple faded blue jeans sat on her white tennis shoes. Her eyes could scare a random passerby. Pale green with light brown pupils. Her name is Ten'nyo, heaven's daughter.
The old king raised his knobby and warn left hand in to the air. "Children of tomorrow," his cold voice echoed, "Mamodo children. Today is the day you have long waited for. You will be sent to random places in a different world. The human world, Earth, no two children will arrive in the exact same spot, but you maybe just feet from a new foe. The book you received months back is the key to all of your battles and finding the key to power. All are your enemy, all of you are in this for yourself, after all, only one can become our next king. The burning of another Mamodo's is the way to victory. Once your book has been burned you will be sent back to this room, as a FAILURE! All I ask is that you do not kill any human partners, the other humans and children you may do as you please with.
"Now with me I have the portal to the human world. Only the true Mamodo King will ever hold this key." The king grabbed at a fine golden chain around his neck. He pulled it off with a small "snap" and in his fist was a large old-fashion key. It seemed carved from diamonds; it glittered in the candlelight. "All of you, you can only depend on your human partner. Now, as soon as I leave the room I want you to make a mad rush for the portal before it disappears."
He through the key in to the middle of the crowd children moved back, away from the key. It was a good choice, seconds later a large exploding sound blasted the room. In the wake of wear the children had once stood a glowing light blue mass swirled in the air, fragments of the diamond key glittered merrily in the glow.
"Farewell and good luck children." The king said from behind the open door as he slowly shut it.
For a heart stopped moment all the children starred at the door or the portal, then a loud burst of screaming, yelling, pushing, shoving, and crying echoed in the room.
The girl with dark violet hair starred at the scene, yes, the king had done a good job at upsetting everyone. She closed her scary eyes and took a deep breath. Behind her sliver glitter formed into fathers that created angelic wings. She jumped above all the commotion and floated into the bazaar mass, clutching her pale yellow book.
The swirling glitter vanished and was replaced by darkness. She felt as though she was walk through thick, cold pudding. Her legs were moving on their own, pointing her to a single point in the darkness. She wondered if her voice was broken, so she tested her voice by saying her name, "Ten'nyo…" she spoke quietly, her voiced seemed to be swallow by the dark.
She had always felt lighter then air, but her body suddenly it felt like led rocks. Her strength had been swallowed. Before her eyes something white flashed painfully and she could feel herself falling and her book slipping out of her grasp. Ten'nyo tried to have her wings appear, but alas, no luck. She hit a thick, cold substance full-force on her back.
Squinting, Ten'nyo could see a crisp bright blue sky, incased by several snow covered pine trees, and something else, a light fog. The fog would quickly disappear then reappear, just with each breath. On either side of her the substance that had softened her fall incased her, snow.
Ten'nyo stood and admired the snow under feet as it crunched. Ten'nyo's foot sunk slightly into the snow, her body mold must have been at lest a foot deep and that wasn't even touching the ground.
"Snow," she breathed, "Snow," her voice stronger, "SNOW, THEY SEND ME TO SNOW VILE! HOW ARE THEY! HOW DARE THEY! I AM A TROPICAL MAMODO! DIE, DIE, DIE, STUPID SNOW! EARUG!" Ten'nyo stomped hard in the snow and her foot sunk down, the snow was no past her knee. Ten'nyo's hair curled in disgust. "What a wonderful place." She said her voice calmly shaking and very clearly seething. Ten'nyo was covered in cold wet snow.
"Daaannnnngg! You sure make an entrance." A young male's voice called behind her.
A/N:
I'm doing slight editing. I was depressed one day so I ripped it off. The sooner you review the sooner I post another chapter I've got all the way to chapter 8 ready.
I do not own Zatch Bell
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Me: okay Mr. King you have to snap the thin chain off your neck to hold the key up in the air.
Mr. King: yeah I got it (he weezed)
Me: you don't need to be creepy of camera, you know that right?
Mr. King: BOO!
Me: Ahhhhhhh! (falls of director chair)
Me: Act-act-action.
Mr. King: "Now with me I have the portal to the human world. Only the true Mamodo King will ever hold this key." (The king grabbed at a fine golden chain around his neck. He pulled at it, and pulled at it, and continued to pull at it, and pulling, and pulling, and pulling)
Me: Cut! Some one break that stupid chain for him
Cameraman: (grabs chain and pulls at it it doesn't break)
Cameraman 2: (grabs chain and pulls at it it doesn't break)
Make up artist: (grabs chain and pulls at it it doesn't break)
Me: Can any one break this stupid thing! (Grabs chain and pulls at it it doesn't break) ……………… Okay where is the chainsaw?