Looking down on a world is hard. Knowing you love the ones you helped create and not being able to tell them that your there for them. The only things that your able to do is give them a helping hand once in a while, maybe make a miracle or two but that's it. And yet there are still the non-believers. The ones who try and say that you don't exist. Saying things like, "Your more of a status and a fear inducer than an actual God". Now these things are meant to be ruled by the minds of those living in a plane where things don't happen for any reason. This plane is a plane of logic; compared to others in which they have sided with their natural spirit sides and they are able to have conversations with you. But all the while your favorite creations. The ones who's destiny is tied to all those who live in the Multi-Verse, Completely denounce your existence. How shameful...
Who
the hell are you?I am only what you think of
me... What in the world is going on... What? Wait...Destiny? What destiny? And where the
hell am I? Huh? Wake
up...
"Damn it, Jurai, Wake up!" yelled a very feminine voice. Then from out of nowhere came the worse thing to anyone that was sleeping, A bucket of water. The water chilled young Jurai to a shivering start, his bones chattering to the sound of his heart beating very hard in his chest. "What the hell was that for, Aabeytu!" Jurai yelled back, his eyes flashing anger. "The town bell is ringing brother! There's something happening in the square." She said running off towards the commotion.
Ah crap what the hell happened this time. Probably some old man screaming about the coming darkness or something like it. Thought Jurai as he ran after his little sister. When he finally got there he noticed it wasn't what he presumed it to be. This time it was a man in outlandish clothing. His white skin clashing against the tanned brown of everyone else standing around him. Even his words seemed to be from another world as he spoke. It seemed as if he knew that he wasn't being understood when he grabbed one of his followers and told him something in his language and pushed him out front like a pack-mule. The man shaking in fear translated what the White man had to say.
"People of the Shuja village, the American army are coming this way to travel through this desert and fight the southern bastards who are fighting against them. The army will need three things from you." He said as if he was reading this off a common parchment. Jurai started to force himself closer through the crowd so that he might get a better look at Who and what this man is talking about. "One: The army needs as much water as you can possibly hold to give to them." This was starting to make a commotion in the crowd. "Two: They need as much food and alcohol that you have and hand them over to them." This one started to make some the villagers angry. "Lastly the army needs you women so that they might please the men who are working hard for the freedom of this nation." At this last point even Jurai started yelling against this newcomer who tries to force us to hand over everything we have ever worked for. One man stood up and ran into the center of the circle, which the Villagers where now forming.
To the Translator the man spoke out. "Who do you think you are to try and take our rights and lively hoods?" He asked as he moved closer in a threatening manner.
The translator spoke to the White man and he sighed. The white man then moved in front of his translator and pulled out something we have never seen before. It was long and slender metallic looking thing with a hole in the end. He pointed it at the man and he made a bang that resounded in Jurais head with as much sound as if he had been standing next to the town bell when it was rung.
When Jurai looked up he saw the man lying on the ground with a hole in his chest. Jurai looked around too see if there was an arrow that might have went through him, but his keen eyes only found a metal casing.
The villagers started to run and scream as if the devil himself had found a way into their hearts. Jurai was one of the braver ones, he stood up to his full height, being a little big for his age he stood at a height of 5'11 and he looked quite muscular, So he looked slightly menacing to anyone he fought. During his earlier years Jurai was one of the fastest and strongest of his martial spirit class and not to be out done be some weird looking metal object, Jurai dashed forwards and, catching the White man off guard. He clasp his hand around the whites mans wrist and he squeezed as hard as he could. The pain was unbearable, which made him drop his gun. After that it was but a simple few kicks and punches to drop the intruder to Jurai's village.
"Who are you?" Jurai said in a manner, which could scare off a buffalo on the charge.
The translator was on the side whimpering when he heard what Jurai said. "He's..He's a captain of the American army..." stuttered the translator as he tried to back away from the two.
"American army?" Jurai groaned. They were the last people he wanted to see here in his village. The last patrol that came near here Jurai personally beat the crap out of and sent them running back to their encampment. He looked down on the captain with disgust as he picked him up with ease. "Look I don't like you and you don't like me but you gotta run out of here now or I wont like you even more." The translator didn't even need to say anything for the captain to get what Jurai was saying.
As soon as Jurai dropped him the captain scampered off running for his life. Now that's the way to deal with Americans. He thought as he walked back to his hut at the end of the village. As he was walking away, He didn't notice a man in tattered clothing walking out from the alleyway behind him and picking up the gun.
When he got home he found his sister lying on his bed. "Oh come on Aabeytu I'm not in the mood to play around now." Jurai said as he almost fell on his sister, plopping down on his bed. Aabeytu started at her brother and his fists; "Oh brother what did you do now? Get in another fight with that American did you?" She said scolding him. Aabeytu had been more like a mother ever since their parents were killed in a raid from the Americans. And luck be have it everything went much smoother after Jurai had taken control of the household.
"Yeah I got in a fight so what? He had it coming to him. You saw what he did? He killed Chaiferee, the town blacksmith. What were you expecting me to do?" Jurai asked as he rolled over, his back to Aabeytu. "Ugh! What am I going to do with you?" She asked noone in particular. "Well I'm making vegetable soup today do you want any?" She asked as if she didn't know the answer. Jurai jumped out of bed and his eyes showed a keen interest. "Of course I do! Every body knows your soups are the best!" Jurai said as he eyed his sister, looking for pieces of vegetables to see what she's going to put in the soup. "Hope you like it though I picked some new vegetables today and they look great!" Aabeytu said as she walked over to the kitchen and poured some soup into it.
The
night went well. Jurai was sleeping well with a full stomach of
vegetable soup in his stomach and his sister was contently asleep in
her bed as well. Everyone was fast asleep, except for one. There was
a watchful eye on Jurais hut. His tattered clothes wailing in the
wind...
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