Leah and Bryan
Hunt Dedicated to Kin
Under the bright light of the full moon, a young boy sat in his house. His sword reflected the moonlight in the quiet darkness of the night. He always loved his sword because his parents gave it to him when he was really young. Even though he never had a chance to use it, he always felt safer when it was with him.
His grandfather was sitting inside the house, resting after a long day. He was so tired that he could barely keep his eyes open and was beginning to fall asleep. Krutu was still outside in the open air when suddenly; he heard a loud bang from inside the house. He jumped up immediately, and thought about the only other person in the house. He was afraid that his grandfather hurt himself, as he often did, because of his old age. Yahiko ran inside as fast as he could to see what made the loud sound. He looked around the room and just then, a horrified look came over his face. Surrounded by shattered glass from the broken window, was Yahiko's grandfather, lying face down on the floor. The whole floor was stained red by the warm blood of the dead man. Yahiko was very scared because he didn't know if the person who killed his grandfather was still there in the house. Tears trickled down his face and blurred his vision as he wept in terrible agony.
He had to think fast to save himself. With his sword still in his hand, he stuck it out to defend himself. He listened for the movements of the murderer and could hear the tinkling of money nearby in the other room. He knew that the murderer wanted to seal their money. Yahiko couldn't believe what was happening, but he knew he had to act quickly. He could hear the thief's footsteps heading toward the back door, so he followed as fast as he could. Suddenly, Yahiko didn't feel so scared anymore. He wanted to get his revenge, although he knew at the same time, that there was a very dangerous man in his house. He turned around and managed to get a glimpse of the man's hand.
Tattooed with the blackest ink, the outline of a dragon appeared on the thief's hand. Yahiko seared the image of the dragon in this mind, so that he would never forget it. He ran out the door and chased the man down the poorly lit streets. He could hear the footsteps of the man right ahead of him. He could only see the man's shadow cast by, but still didn't know how far he could keep chasing for. Just when Yahiko thought he was gaining up on the man, he blinked and the man was out of sight. Yahiko was confused, but kept running up until he hit the spot where the man seemed to vanish. There was a hidden alleyway just at that spot. Yahiko knew that the thief's tricks weren't good enough to let him get away. He turned the corner sharply and just as he looked up to regain his balance, he saw a horrible sight. There was a dead man at his feet, slain by a dark figure in the shadows.
Immediately, Yahiko started running the other way, scared that he had run into someone even more dangerous than the thief. He held up his sword, while his heart pounded in his chest and beads of sweat rolled down his cheeks. Despite the darkness of the alley, Yahiko's sword still shone brightly and reflected the moonlight onto another man's sword. The bloody sword was not in the position to fight, however. It was down, by the side of a man who stood up and walked very slowly and carefully toward the frightened boy.
Hunt Dedicated to Kin
Under the bright light of the full moon, a young boy sat in his house. His sword reflected the moonlight in the quiet darkness of the night. He always loved his sword because his parents gave it to him when he was really young. Even though he never had a chance to use it, he always felt safer when it was with him.
His grandfather was sitting inside the house, resting after a long day. He was so tired that he could barely keep his eyes open and was beginning to fall asleep. Krutu was still outside in the open air when suddenly; he heard a loud bang from inside the house. He jumped up immediately, and thought about the only other person in the house. He was afraid that his grandfather hurt himself, as he often did, because of his old age. Yahiko ran inside as fast as he could to see what made the loud sound. He looked around the room and just then, a horrified look came over his face. Surrounded by shattered glass from the broken window, was Yahiko's grandfather, lying face down on the floor. The whole floor was stained red by the warm blood of the dead man. Yahiko was very scared because he didn't know if the person who killed his grandfather was still there in the house. Tears trickled down his face and blurred his vision as he wept in terrible agony.
He had to think fast to save himself. With his sword still in his hand, he stuck it out to defend himself. He listened for the movements of the murderer and could hear the tinkling of money nearby in the other room. He knew that the murderer wanted to seal their money. Yahiko couldn't believe what was happening, but he knew he had to act quickly. He could hear the thief's footsteps heading toward the back door, so he followed as fast as he could. Suddenly, Yahiko didn't feel so scared anymore. He wanted to get his revenge, although he knew at the same time, that there was a very dangerous man in his house. He turned around and managed to get a glimpse of the man's hand.
Tattooed with the blackest ink, the outline of a dragon appeared on the thief's hand. Yahiko seared the image of the dragon in this mind, so that he would never forget it. He ran out the door and chased the man down the poorly lit streets. He could hear the footsteps of the man right ahead of him. He could only see the man's shadow cast by, but still didn't know how far he could keep chasing for. Just when Yahiko thought he was gaining up on the man, he blinked and the man was out of sight. Yahiko was confused, but kept running up until he hit the spot where the man seemed to vanish. There was a hidden alleyway just at that spot. Yahiko knew that the thief's tricks weren't good enough to let him get away. He turned the corner sharply and just as he looked up to regain his balance, he saw a horrible sight. There was a dead man at his feet, slain by a dark figure in the shadows.
Immediately, Yahiko started running the other way, scared that he had run into someone even more dangerous than the thief. He held up his sword, while his heart pounded in his chest and beads of sweat rolled down his cheeks. Despite the darkness of the alley, Yahiko's sword still shone brightly and reflected the moonlight onto another man's sword. The bloody sword was not in the position to fight, however. It was down, by the side of a man who stood up and walked very slowly and carefully toward the frightened boy.