Okay, I'm going to be honest. Some of you are going to read maybe a few sentances off this chapter. This isn't my BEST writing. Trust me when i say this, after the first few chapters, My writing style gets very much better. Also i had a Co-Writer helping me out with the later chapters. This chapter has ALOT of mistakes and so do some of the others. I'm on it, trust me. You will find a few odd caps and mispellings.
Please, just because this chapter isnt good, doesn't mean the whole story isn't either. I'm currently Re-Writing this chapter, okay? Anyways, check out the other chapters and leaave some reviews and maybe some helpful advice. Thanks.
An old man slowly made his way back to his humble abode. The sun was high in the sky, and children laughed and played around on the heavily trodden upon trails. Inside this small village, a Monument to a heroic group of friends, that withstood losses, gained more friends, and soon accomplished an impossible goal, as a family. A young boy walked up beside this old man. He stood at least half of the size of the older fellow, with his unkempt brown hair, red died tunic, black slops, and a raggedy old headband tied atop his brow.
" Hey grandfather, do you think you could tell my friends and I one of your stories later today? You know, the good one?" He asked eagerly
The old man smiled warmly and looked at this young man
"Of course, its been along while since I've told that one. " He replied
"YAY!" exclaimed his grandson as he excitedly ran off to tell his friends.
The old man stopped for a moment, and walked towards the monument. As he stood in front of this memorial, he took in the details of the likenesses the were forever printed upon the rock.
There were several young warriors, all hailing from villages and cities that are now forgotten, a priestess, hailing from the Philippines, Two sisters wielding small swords and round shields, hailing from the Athens, a pirate, wielding nunchuku, a Monk Wielding a staff, a woman whom wielded a sword with no name, An elf, whom wielded a holy sword and shield, two Koreans, one wielding a zambatou and another wielding a Chinese scimitar.
Two Germans stood together, a young princess that held a spear and a sword, the other, a man who wielded a zweihander, a mercenary whom held close to his blade, a ninja who stood and gazed down upon the group with seriousness , a young woman with loving eyes, and finally, two young brothers, destined to make history, wielding two handed swords themselves, one, the youngest, held a sword of mighty proportions, the oldest, held a sword sharper then any. The Mid summer breeze had felt pleasant against this old mans weathered face as he looked at this motley crew.
"I remember it all like it was yesterday…." He said with a sigh.
It was Early in the morning, the sun was creeping over the beautiful green hills, the dew was still nurturing the soil and the plants, and the roosters were all starting to crow.
"Hey Maga, Wake up! We have to go help Ben at the farm today!" a young man said.
"Just a few more minutes, Dante" Maga Replied to his older brother.
Dante was 17 years of age ,had black wavy hair, and he's always had a 6' o'clock shadow. His eyes were green, and he wore a Brown leather vest and a pair of duelers breaches. Upon his head was a black headband that he wore proudly.
"We have to go now! He's expecting those new colts today! Remember?" Dante eagerly said.
Maga Shot up from his bed and said with a yawn
"Oh yea, I forgot. Let me get my clothes on then" He said ruffling his hair.
Maga Was sixteen years old, and had dark brown unkempt hair and brown eyes. He had put on his Leather vest and breaches as quickly as he could, and then placed a band on his head, and began ruffling his hair so it wouldn't be caught under it.
"Well," he said with a grin, "Lets get going, I don't wanna miss those colts!"
He and his brother Hurriedly ran down the light trodded path from their home and out of the village towards Ben's ranch.
"Are you excitied about this?" Maga asked his brother
"Of course I am, we've been working for months to earn those colts." Dante replied
"What do you think they'll look like? Or even ACT like?" Maga asked.
"I don't care what they'll look like, but i hope they're obedient. The last thing i want to deal with is a horse that wont listen."
As that conversation ended, they entered the gates of the ranch, to be greeted by their employer, Ben.
" Mornin' boys!" He said" Ready for them colts?"
"You know it!" The brothers said in unison.
"Me too, but they may not be arriving till much later, so in the mean-time, lets get some work done!"
"Okay." said Dante.
"What do you want us to do today?" Maga asked.
"Well, seeing as you two already got that barn clean, lets start cleanin' a few stalls and throw some hay in for the new arrivals today."
"Sure thing, Mr. Ben" Dante said.
After a long days work, Ben had sent the boys back home, because the new colts weren't arriving for a few hours. On the road back to their village, they started to talk about the work they had just done.
"Todays work wasn't so bad."Maga said to Dante.
"Yea, I know, but everything we've been working for will pay off in the end." Dante replied
"Yea." Maga said "So what are you going to name yours, brother?"
"hmmm…. I haven't really thought about it."
"I know what im naming my horse" Maga said proudly
"And what would that be?"
"Mejaro"
"That's and odd name for a horse"
"Well, it's better then zero, which is nothing, which is how many names you got for your colt!" Maga said quickly.
"Hmm… that's not a bad idea."Dante exclaimed.
"What?" Maga asked
"I think I'll name him Zero."
"And you said my name was weird."
As the two brothers neared their village, one of their friends, Turlon, Ran up to them.
"He guys" he said taking in deep breaths, "I've been looking everywhere for you."
"Why?" Dante said.
"Because there's a bunch of bandits in town terrorizing everyone! You two need to help the rest of the men to fend them off!"
Bandits regularly terrorized the village, but this time, they pushed the village too far.
Dante looked to Maga and said "Let's hurry."
And with that, The brothers ran to their home and grabbed their weapons.
Upon entering their home, they quickly turned the the right of the open door way to gab thier weapons of choice
Dante and Maga both wielded Zwiehanders but they both had very different styles of using them.
Maga's style was more quick and less damaging blows whilst his older brother fought more
Aggressively, with more bone crushing attacks.
They made their way to the square, to finally join the retaliation against the thieves that never endingly terrorized the towns people.
"Well Dante," Maga said, " where do we start?"
"Pick one, and this time, don't feel sorry for these guys like that group we ran into a few weeks ago, these guys won't show you mercy so quickly."
"Why do you think they're attacking us though? Isn't it a little strange?" Maga asked
"They'll do anything if it means getting money, that's what sepperates us from these scumbags." Dante replied
Maga Ran to a single bandit, followed closely by Dante. Dante attacked first, as always is their tactic of battling. First, dante lifted his sword high into the air, and brought it down upon the ground surrounding the bandit, causing a cloud of dirt to fly everywhere, to temporarily blind the thief.
The Maga came in to erect a final blow upon the of the unlucky bandit, until he saw something in it's eyes. They were a crimson color. Maga found this very disturbing and stopped dead in his tracks. Just enough time for the bandit to run away.
"What the hell are you thinking!" Dante yelled" Why did you let him get away!"
"His eyes….."
"What about them! You get lost in them or something?"
"They were red."
"What? What the hell does that have to do with anything?"
"It just caught me off guard, that's all!" Maga yelled back
"Don't let it happen again! He would have killed you if he had that chance!"
"There's more bandits out in the village, and all we're doing fucking arguing at each other!"
"Well, fine! I'll just go this way" Dante said whilst pointing to his left, "And YOU go that way" as he pointed in the other direction.
"Fine then!"
"Okay then, don't get killed!"
"I won't!"
Dante sped off in his direction.
"Man, sometimes he can be a real asshole" Maga said to himself as he ran in his direction.
"But then again, I guess he was right…."
Maga saw a pair of bandits dragging a blonde haired 16 year old , that he recognized to be one of his best friends, away into an alley
"Son of a bitch!" he cursed to himself as he ran into the alley.
"Keep your hands off of me!" Yelled a voice
"Not today cutie, i've been needing this for far too long." Said one of the Bandits as he started to reach under her shirt. The young girl flailed aroung and started to cry as she shut her eyes tight.
As the bandit continued to explore, his eyes widened, and stared out, at absolutely nothing. A Sword protruded into his back, severing his spine.
The other bandit, looked up to see a young man pulling a Large sword out of his acquaintance's back, lossened his tight grip on the girl and ran away in fright.
The young man reached a grabbed the young woman on the wrists.
"No, No! Don't touch me! Keep your hands away from me!" She yelled with her eyes still shut tight, still flailing away.
"Raine, its ok, its me, Maga. Now open your eyes, we have to get out of here. They're starting to burn the village down!." He said to her.
"huh?" she opened her eyes to see her greatest friend shed ever known."Thank you so much Maga!" she said, giving a teary eyed hug.
"It was no problem, but we need to go now." He said, putting an emphasize on the now.
She nodded and got up, and ran with Maga to safety outside of the village.
"Where's Dante?" She asked
"I'm sure is evacuating as many as he can, but I need to go back….. Wait, Where's your uncle Ben?"
"He said he wouldn't let those bandits have his horses over his dead body. Oh, Maga! You need to go to the ranch and help him before those bandits hurt him!" She cried
"I'll be right back, and stay out of sight from these guys, something tells me that more of them will to do that to you…" he said concerningly before he ran off to the ranch as fast as he could.
Clang!
"You guys just don't get it!" Dante yelled as he fended off four bandits from some children
"I cut more and more of you down, and yet you come back for more!"
He held his sword in his right, and he held the children back with his left.
One of the bandits lunged an punched him with such force that he plunged to the ground
"Kids, Runs!" he yelled to the children behind them.
"Listen buddy, why don't you join us? Our leader will grant you riches beyond your wildest dreams, and beautiful concubines every day as it pleases you." One of the bandits mused.
"If that's so, then where's your riches and women?" Dante mockingly replied.
This threw the bandits off for a moment. Where WERE their miles of women and cash?
"HNN.." one of the bandits groaned, as a sword stuck out of his stomach. The other three bandits ran in fear from what they had just seen.
Dante was startled for a moment as the bandit to the ground. As Dante raised his head, to see who had helped him. He could make out a figure wearing an odd lopsided cap, with a long green tunic and brown leggings. This mysterious warrior said nothing as he sheathed his sword and place a kite shield on his back. He held out a hand to help Dante up, and Dante accepted the gesture. They locked hands and the mysterious figure pulled Dante up to his feet.
"Thanks pal," Dante said as he was dusting himself off " Who are you?"
The man said nothing for a moment.
"My name … is Link" he replied.
Well, the day is March 26, 2010. I m saing tat because i just revised this chapter for your viewing pleasure. I'f i missed anything, then tell me, so i can correct the mistake.
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