i do not own or have any affiliation with storm hawks. first fic ever done but hey i think itll be good. though i do have this issue with making an actual outline, just kind make it up as i go. though i do sorta have an outline of how id like things to go in my head. cant seem to find it though. bad idea to store things in my head of all places lol. just kidding.i know where it is, i think? hey wait im not aloud to think. so i do know where it is.
Chapter 1: The Battle.
I stand on the edge, blade drawn, blood trickling down my face, and the woman I swore I'd kill, even if I had to kill myself to do it, standing 15 feet ahead of me.
The storm around us on this tall arena rages on, like a lion trapped in a snare desparately trying to get free. I don't pay attention to it, instead I use it as a weapon in it's self, like a ride almost, sweeping and slashing when I can catch her, surfing it like there's a shark hot on my tale.
She stairs at me, studying every muscle, every movement, and my eyes, always my eyes trying to find a weakness. So far I've managed to out maneuver her, she thinks I'll do one thing, but in a blink of an eye her thoughts have betrayed her and she's been wounded. She's managed to stay alive, even hit me a few times, and to my surprise, even catch me off guard with a move I've never seen.
This woman is as deadly as I've heard, but she doesn't have what I have. I've got training, punishment, and the will to keep moving on. I've trained my body, my soul, and my heart for this fight. Down to the very last moment when I am to drive my blade through her chest, piercing her heart and ending her life to fill the empty void in mine. She took my love from me, she will pay, even if I must die, even if the world must die, she will pay.
Just as i was to make my move, she says something I didn't see coming, something I never thought she, of all people, would say. She looked at me and said, "I'm sorry for your loss, I never meant to hurt the one you say you loved, but mindless violence won't help this situation. You need to learn to let go, carry on with your life and think about your future," in an almost believable, apologetic voice.
This caught me off guard, and in that moment of weakness, the one time I let my guard down, she dashes while im still processing these words through my mind and strikes a cowardly blow that drops me to my knees. the ground rushes up all to happily to collide with my knees and i look down at her Katana slammed through my chest. I look up at her, she's smiling an evil and wicked smile. I just look at her hating eyes and grin. Her smile quickly fades and confusion crosses her face.
She asks me in a dangerous tone, "what are you smiling about, your dead?"
My grin grows Even bigger until I'm smiling like a lunatic with no where left to grow and scream into her face, "SO ARE YOU!"
As I plunge my blade through her heart and turn the flaming energy crystal in my blade on, I stand up, turn around, and jump off this huge pillar into the waste lands leaving my foe behind to die a torturous death as I leave my blade plunged through her black souless heart, turning her to ashes. Poor fool never knew.
I wake up covered in blood, my blood, pain all around me, can't move, and yet I'm conscious. I should be dead, why aren't I dead, what could have possibly happened for me to survive. Just as the last word goes through my head a sudden flash back hits me, I'm falling, chest bleeding, and the whole while I'm laughing even though I slam into a cliff jutting out of this mountain arena. The cliff stopped my fall, or so I thought, the cliff breaks away and I fall further than before, through the clouds into the lava covered, monster infested area known as the waiste lands. I hit the ground with sickening crunch.
The memory fades and I'm brought back to the real world just as I'm being lifted on to what seems to be a stretcher. I think to my self, people living in the waiste lands, impossible, un-imaginable, and yet there they are in front of me.
One starts telling me, "be calm, everythings ok, we'll take you somewhere sa..." but their voices fade away as sleep washes over me and pulls me into it's sweet, sweet embrace.
I wake up, yet again, and all I can think about is, where am I, how'd I get here, who are these people, and how long have I been asleep. All these are answered as soon as, what I would asume is, the doctor walks in.
He looks at me and says in a soft tone, "your In the town of aldinop. It may not be big but it shelters us from the horrors down in this god forsaken place. We brought you from where we would asume it is you fell. We are refugees from all over who had, one way or another, found ourselves down here. We all thought you wouldn't wake up, that you were a waiste of time and equipment, but to see you awake is a great sign to your speedy recovery. Any questions?"
"ya, one. How long have I been asleep?"
"I wouldn't call it sleep, you were in a coma for 5 days and the whole time you kept repeating the same thing over and over, " dark, dark, dark." does this mean anything to you?"
"ya, a bad memory, a man of my past."
He looks at me and says, "we all have our skeletons in our closets, but we have to let go. We must all face our demons one way or another."
"the last person to say that to me ended up almost killing me. How am I to know you won't do the same, Or the people here won't?"
"we are simple people with nothing left, a lot like you are at the moment. We wouldn't dare try to hurt a new comer unless they tried to attack first and even then we probably wouldn't have the resources to do that. if we think they could help us one way or another and won't be a threat to us then we consider you a friend. Now you need to get some rest. We will be needing your help in the morning."