Zeyd Kanti | 11A
The Shadow Clan
As he walked in, you could have cut the atmosphere with a knife. The leader of the Shadow Clan, Krinagon, entered the grand hall. Respectful silence swept the vast room as he slowly walked on the scarlet red velvet walkway.
The Shadow Clan. A name which brings fear into the bravest of hearts. The Shadow Clan. An ancient tribe compiled of cunning ninjas and assassins who wield the powers of the forsaken 'Dark Mystics'. Residing in the vast caverns of the Japanese mountains they plot and plan to take over the earth and revive all the horrific creatures which were encased in different realms by the legendary hero, Kanti Jay Storm.
"How long until the final preparations?" Krinagon questioned, expressionlessly.
"Not long, we only have to obtain the Orb of Shadows. Then our task will be complete." A hooded figure replied.
The figure bowed in respect, swaying his cloak back, as Krinagon passed him. He slowly positioned himself onto his golden throne. Krinagon faced the wide room. Scarlet flags with golden outlines draped along the sides. Each donned an image of a wide mouthed dragon. The symbol of the shadow clan.
Mech-Tech HQ. Tokyo. A huge glass building in the centre of Tokyo. A towering unmissable skyscraper. The main manufacturers of Japanese technology; phones, tablets, computers and so on, but behind all of this they have a hidden secret. A secret so powerful, it can wipe out cities in seconds.
"What is the update on Program 179-X?" a tall built man with thick, wavy jet, black hair queried before he was cut off by a pair of metallic grey doors sliding open. Two pairs of luminous lights flashed as a man came rushing into the room, his white lab coat waving behind him.
Breathless he said, "We had to finish the operation as soon as possible. It is ready but we have information that Krinagon is sending his men as we speak!"
"Very well. Keep your guard!" the man replied. "Krinagon should know that Jay Storm will be waiting for him."
Two black clad ninjas humbly stood in front of Krinagon. Their glowing red eyes matched the belt wrapped around their waist. A golden buckle shone, reflecting the light of the burning torches hung on the wall. Silence was overcrowding this majestic room.
Finally, Krinagon broke the silence and spoke, "You two are my best men. I need you to bring me the Orb of Shadows from the custody of the Japanese History Museum." A change of expression overcame the evil leaders face. Crazed anger. "Then we can show the world the true power of the Shadow Clan! Then we can reawaken Zeralan, the ancient beast of destruction and use him to conquer the world!"
The duo nodded and swiftly left Krinagons presence, into the woods.
SWOOSH!
A ninja star cut through the icy air at an immense speed. It sliced through its target, a MechTech security drone, with ease. The small machine blew into tiny smithereens. The museum was at the edge of Tokyo, the market to its front and the woods to its rear. It had a seven foot high barbed wire gate surrounding it. The two ninjas silently stood at the mouth of the woods, facing the gate. One of the ninjas sprung into the air, back flipped and landed a few meters back from his initial position and jolted his hands in front of him. He performed discrete hand gestures, causing a small purple ball of energy to form between his palms. Slowly the ball expanded until it was around seven centimetres wide. The mystic assassin jerked his hands forward, causing the ball to zoom into the barbed fence. Smoke filled the area but in a matter of seconds rose into the night sky. There was a hole where the ball had hit, big enough for somebody to go through, somebody like the ninjas.