So, here's a new short story... It's not as long as the last and has no
really plot. ^^;
It's very Hartia-focused and, as I said, some kind of nonsense. I had the
story in my mind and I wanted to write it so much, that I finished it on
one single afternoon. XD
I will continue it perhaps, but not early. I have two other Orphen-
fanfiction that aren't finished, so.
There are some bigger paragraphs in my Word-document, but I don't know what
happened to them... I want them back... ;_; ^^°
And now. have fun ^^' (I hope there aren't so many mistakes this time; I read it much times to discover as much as I could. ^^"")
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Darkness. All around him. There was no place to hide from it. He looked around and saw nothing. Nothing but darkness. 'Where am I?', he asked himself.
Suddenly he heard footsteps.
He turned around. "Who's there?" As he turned arund, his blue coat swung after him. He looked into the endless darkness, tried to see someone. He heard the nearer coming footsteps, but saw no one. Cold sweat began to run down his forehead.
Was he afraid? No, why should he? He had been in such situations for several times. He was been trained to wipe out fear and similar emotions for long years. He knew how to handle this situations. He was a grown up man and on top of that a quite strong one.
So, why should he?
The steps came nearer.
The young man blinked as a black shadow stood in front of him. He couldn't see his opposite's face so he walked some steps backward. Not only because of the bad visibility, but also because he felt afraid of the one, who appeared as a black shadow only.
"Who... are you...?"
His voice trembeled. He felt a strong dark magic coming from the shadow.
"Why are you afraid?", the shadow asked. It walked to the young man in the coat. "There's no need to be afraid. I don't want to hurt you, trust me..."
Suddenly the environment was lighten up. But not much, only the part of the all devouring darkness, where the two men were standing. Now the two could look each other into their faces.
The man with the long dark hair and the dangerous smile on his face opened his mouth. "I only want to help you to fulfill one of your greatest wishes." He reached his hand out for the other's face.
"Who are you", asked the younger of the two; this time with more hardness in his voice.
"That's not necessary", was the answer. "The only necessary thing now is that you have a wish, which I want to fulfill."
The first man grapped his head, his bright read hair. "What do you mean?", he asked, "there's no wish I coulnd't fulfill by myself."
A smile again. "Don't lie", the man with the black hair said, "I know there's a great wish you can't fulfill alone."
He touched the red haired's face, his cheek; covered some of his freckles, looked deep into his brown eyes.
"I know there is, belive me. I know everything. Everything about you, your past and everything else. I just know..." He looked onto the chain, which hung down the chest. He looked at the pendant, which hung at the chain.
"...Tower of Fang student Hartia..."
His eyes widened. He couldn's believe that this odd figure knew his name! He began to breath more quickly, felt more and more fear. He began to panic, wanted to go away from this person, but couln't. His feet made no move.
"How...?"
His whole body trembled.
"How do you know...?"
Hartia's opposite smiled again. "As I said, I just know... More is not necessary."
He came nearer to Hartia's face. "I know, you were in the same class as Killiranshelo, weren't you?"
Hartia said nothing. He wondered what the mysterious stranger wanted from him, how he knew his name, who he was, everything. But he was too afraid to ask. He was also too afraid to walk away.
The unknown man smiled. "I know you were. But even if you two studied under the same teacher, you were much weaker than he. Right?" He continued staring into Hartia's eyes.
Hartia nodded. "Yes", he said. His eyes seemed to look at nothing. Nothing but darkness. "But that's allright. He was everytime stronger than me, but that's fate... I'll never excel him. He's Killiranshelo... The world-famous Killranshelo Finrandi... Even now, he's stronger than me, although they all say he became weaker... But that's allright..."
"Don't lie...", the man said again. He came nearer and nearer, their faces almost touched each other. Now he seemed to look into Hartia's soul. Hartia didn't move. He was caught by his fear.
"I know, you want to be as strong as Killiranshelo, or Orphen, as they all call him now. Right?"
Hartia didn't know why he did it, but he nodded.
The man went some steps away from him, released him from his touch. "I knew it...", he said. He snapped his fingers and in the next moment, he held a thin sword in his hand. It looked like an old japanese one.
"And I can help you..."
He put the sword out of its sheath.
"Just trust me..."
Hartia trembled. What did the mysterious man want? Did he want to kill him? Was this his way of help?
Some alarm bells rang in Hartia's head. Stop! Don't trust him! You feel his dark magical energy, so why do you trust him? Go away; don't stay here any longer! He's evil, you can see that! Go away; go!!
But before Hartia could do a move, the stranger took his sword and and suddenly hit him.
Hartia screamed and fell on the ground. He was only hit at the back of his hand, but the wound was bleeding heavily.
He growled. "Is this your way of helping?"
The man didn't answer. He only stood there and watched Hartia's next moves.
As Hartia realized that he wouldn't get an answer, he held his other hand over the one that was injured and wanted to heal it.
"Wait", the man said suddenly, "There's no need to waste your magic..."
Hartia looked. He didn't understand what the man meant, but for any reason, he stopped the healing move and watched astonishedly as the wound closed itself all alone.
But the blood continued running out of it.
Hartia looked suspicious. He wanted to know what was going on. "What the hell is...-"
He was stopped as the stranger pulled him back on his feet. "This is the only way to fulfill your wish", he said. He touched Hartia's bleeding hand. "Everything will be as you everytime wanted. You'll be at least as strong as Killiranshelo." He came nearer to Hartia's face again. "Will you do what I want?"
He put his hand over Hartia's eyes and closed them in this way. "This is the only way to fulfill your wish...", he said again.
Hartia stood there, made no move. "The only way to fulfill my wish...", he repeated.
The man with the black long hair took his hand away from Hartia's face and smiled.
"So...", he said, "Will you?"
As Hartia opened his eyes, the complete shine in them was disappeared. He staired into the darkness behind his opposite, emotionless.
He opened his mouth, answered the question.
"Yes, master..."
And now. have fun ^^' (I hope there aren't so many mistakes this time; I read it much times to discover as much as I could. ^^"")
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Darkness. All around him. There was no place to hide from it. He looked around and saw nothing. Nothing but darkness. 'Where am I?', he asked himself.
Suddenly he heard footsteps.
He turned around. "Who's there?" As he turned arund, his blue coat swung after him. He looked into the endless darkness, tried to see someone. He heard the nearer coming footsteps, but saw no one. Cold sweat began to run down his forehead.
Was he afraid? No, why should he? He had been in such situations for several times. He was been trained to wipe out fear and similar emotions for long years. He knew how to handle this situations. He was a grown up man and on top of that a quite strong one.
So, why should he?
The steps came nearer.
The young man blinked as a black shadow stood in front of him. He couldn't see his opposite's face so he walked some steps backward. Not only because of the bad visibility, but also because he felt afraid of the one, who appeared as a black shadow only.
"Who... are you...?"
His voice trembeled. He felt a strong dark magic coming from the shadow.
"Why are you afraid?", the shadow asked. It walked to the young man in the coat. "There's no need to be afraid. I don't want to hurt you, trust me..."
Suddenly the environment was lighten up. But not much, only the part of the all devouring darkness, where the two men were standing. Now the two could look each other into their faces.
The man with the long dark hair and the dangerous smile on his face opened his mouth. "I only want to help you to fulfill one of your greatest wishes." He reached his hand out for the other's face.
"Who are you", asked the younger of the two; this time with more hardness in his voice.
"That's not necessary", was the answer. "The only necessary thing now is that you have a wish, which I want to fulfill."
The first man grapped his head, his bright read hair. "What do you mean?", he asked, "there's no wish I coulnd't fulfill by myself."
A smile again. "Don't lie", the man with the black hair said, "I know there's a great wish you can't fulfill alone."
He touched the red haired's face, his cheek; covered some of his freckles, looked deep into his brown eyes.
"I know there is, belive me. I know everything. Everything about you, your past and everything else. I just know..." He looked onto the chain, which hung down the chest. He looked at the pendant, which hung at the chain.
"...Tower of Fang student Hartia..."
His eyes widened. He couldn's believe that this odd figure knew his name! He began to breath more quickly, felt more and more fear. He began to panic, wanted to go away from this person, but couln't. His feet made no move.
"How...?"
His whole body trembled.
"How do you know...?"
Hartia's opposite smiled again. "As I said, I just know... More is not necessary."
He came nearer to Hartia's face. "I know, you were in the same class as Killiranshelo, weren't you?"
Hartia said nothing. He wondered what the mysterious stranger wanted from him, how he knew his name, who he was, everything. But he was too afraid to ask. He was also too afraid to walk away.
The unknown man smiled. "I know you were. But even if you two studied under the same teacher, you were much weaker than he. Right?" He continued staring into Hartia's eyes.
Hartia nodded. "Yes", he said. His eyes seemed to look at nothing. Nothing but darkness. "But that's allright. He was everytime stronger than me, but that's fate... I'll never excel him. He's Killiranshelo... The world-famous Killranshelo Finrandi... Even now, he's stronger than me, although they all say he became weaker... But that's allright..."
"Don't lie...", the man said again. He came nearer and nearer, their faces almost touched each other. Now he seemed to look into Hartia's soul. Hartia didn't move. He was caught by his fear.
"I know, you want to be as strong as Killiranshelo, or Orphen, as they all call him now. Right?"
Hartia didn't know why he did it, but he nodded.
The man went some steps away from him, released him from his touch. "I knew it...", he said. He snapped his fingers and in the next moment, he held a thin sword in his hand. It looked like an old japanese one.
"And I can help you..."
He put the sword out of its sheath.
"Just trust me..."
Hartia trembled. What did the mysterious man want? Did he want to kill him? Was this his way of help?
Some alarm bells rang in Hartia's head. Stop! Don't trust him! You feel his dark magical energy, so why do you trust him? Go away; don't stay here any longer! He's evil, you can see that! Go away; go!!
But before Hartia could do a move, the stranger took his sword and and suddenly hit him.
Hartia screamed and fell on the ground. He was only hit at the back of his hand, but the wound was bleeding heavily.
He growled. "Is this your way of helping?"
The man didn't answer. He only stood there and watched Hartia's next moves.
As Hartia realized that he wouldn't get an answer, he held his other hand over the one that was injured and wanted to heal it.
"Wait", the man said suddenly, "There's no need to waste your magic..."
Hartia looked. He didn't understand what the man meant, but for any reason, he stopped the healing move and watched astonishedly as the wound closed itself all alone.
But the blood continued running out of it.
Hartia looked suspicious. He wanted to know what was going on. "What the hell is...-"
He was stopped as the stranger pulled him back on his feet. "This is the only way to fulfill your wish", he said. He touched Hartia's bleeding hand. "Everything will be as you everytime wanted. You'll be at least as strong as Killiranshelo." He came nearer to Hartia's face again. "Will you do what I want?"
He put his hand over Hartia's eyes and closed them in this way. "This is the only way to fulfill your wish...", he said again.
Hartia stood there, made no move. "The only way to fulfill my wish...", he repeated.
The man with the black long hair took his hand away from Hartia's face and smiled.
"So...", he said, "Will you?"
As Hartia opened his eyes, the complete shine in them was disappeared. He staired into the darkness behind his opposite, emotionless.
He opened his mouth, answered the question.
"Yes, master..."