The Japanese Conquest
Chapter one
Unquiet Beginnings
The room was dimly lit by six candles standing on the low wooden table. Hot wax dripped slowly down the side of each candle, hardening up around the base of the table, securing each candle firmly to the table. The table was in the centre of the room, surrounded by four cushions. On each of the cushions sat a wizened old man, their long white beards were almost identical in both length and colour. One of the men shifted slightly in his seat.
"My brothers," His voice was cold and piercing, "too long we have suffered. Too long have we been subject to persecution from infidels who deem themselves better than us. And I say we end it."
The men cheered loudly, despite their clear Japanese origin the men spoke with perfect English accents.
"Before us," the man continued, "sit six candles, one candle for each of our fallen brothers. I say we avenge them, avenge the infidels that destroyed them."
"Where and when do we attack?" This was another man speaking, his right hand reached over to his left hip, grasping tightly around the blade of a sword.
"Be silenced my brother. The time will come for an attack. But we must be precise. We cannot fail. Failure results only in death. We must wait for the Beyond."
The candle light flickered violently, casting dark shadows on to the damp, brick walls of the room. A voice, not belonging to anything or anyone from this world echoed through the room.
"Brothers Onamuji, Your numbers have dwindled greatly, where are the six missing from this meeting?"
"Dead," one of the brothers replied, hand placed firmly round his sword.
"Release your swords Brothers, we have no need for them." Hands fell away from swords. " Now your attack has been planned carefully. You will meet with a man named Hoori, he will supply you with warriors. Uncountable numbers of warriors. One of your four will attack variuos different countries magical communities, this has all been carefully planned. Onamuji Fox?" One of the brothers rose.
"Yes Brother."
"You will attack Africa… Onamuji Bear?" Another brother rose. "You will conquer South America."
"But my Brother, our Brothers were lost to the Americans. Do you not think we should attack them in greater numbers? Take the enitre continent by sheer force alone?"
" NO," the voice echoed through the room. "Do exactly as I tell you and each of you shall survive. Now, Onamuji Eagle?" a third brother rose from his cushion seat. "You will take the Nordic States." Onamuji Eagle nodded to his other brothers in acknowledgement.
"And what of me Brother?" the fourth brother rose up, he was slightly taller than his brothers who were all of similaring sizes.
"Onamuji Stag, your patience, or lack of will be your downfall. You have a particualarly special task, but it will prove to be significantly harder than the tasks I assigned to your brothers. You will attack only one country, not a continent. A single country. You shall attack Britain."
"Why is Britian so significant?" Onamuji Bear asked, his hand wandering towards his sword once more.
"No swords," the voice said calmly, his hand fell away from his sword. "Britian will be the most problematic, for they, unlike most wizarding communities are not as divided, there are direct links between every one. They fight all for one and one for all. So you must conquer, in this order, the wizarding academy, Hogwarts and then the Ministry. I will be in your soul, guiding you, for I have seen the whereabouts of each, and each is unplotable and extremely well-hidden. Now draw your swords."
The brothers drew their swords, letting them hang limply at their sides, awaiting orders from the beyond.
"Now cross your swords above the centre of the table." The brothers did as commanded. The flames from the candles flckered then shot up, engulfing the tip of each sword in a large ball of flame. The Beyond spoke to them again.
"Now take with you your fallen brothers to aid you on your quest." The ball of flame spereated in top four smaller balls and twisted themselves down the baldes of the swords, which burnt white hot for a brief second before returning to their normal pristine state once again.
"What of our Wands? We were seperated from them in America," Onamuji Egale said. A gust of wind rushed through the room, causing the brothers beards to flap effortlessly in the wind.
"They have now been returned to you, each of your wands are now the same, combining each of the ten Onamuji Brothers original wands. This will aid you in battle, the combined skill of the Snake, the Eagle, the Bear, the Lion, the Elephant, the Swordfish, the Boar, the Fox, the Crane and the Stag." The brothers looked down at the table as they once again sheathed their swords, led in front of each of them, tip facing the centre of the table was a prefectly straight, black wand.
"We will avenge our Brothers!" Onamuji Stag bellowed, the brothers cheered together, then dissappeared from the room. The Beyond fell silent.
Outside, side by side stood a majestic stag, a wild bear, a sly fox and a graceful eagle. Each let out a roar and departed in separate directions.