Tarket V.S. Kaphiran
A Side Story
Part I
Tarket a young warrior dressed in a light black shirt and matching pants and a pure black cloak was walking through a forest his glimmering long black hair waving in the wind. His light blue eyes simmering in the darkness of the forest. Suddenly his eyes changed to a electrifying green and before he new it he was being attacked from behind, but with his speed he drew his sword and cut the first guy in half, blood splashed all over himself and the second guy came. Tarket cut him down easily, then suddenly he was cut on the back and he went flying into a tree. As his back hit the tree you could here a deafening crack. Tarket stairs at the brown dried up dirt that's covered in pine needles. The smell of pine and cedar trees was in the air. Suddenly Tarket felt numb and shaky as the colours he could see dimmed to a slight yellow.
He felt like a predictor as a shout from his uncle met his ears "So you have abated since last we met…" as Tarket watched his uncle chortle, the sound of a sword being unsheathed hit his ears. The feeling of wind rushing by met his ears. The feeling of his hair being forced back and suddenly he felt the weight of his sword come down with the rush of wind and the then the clash of swords echoed in the darkness. As Tarket peered into Kaphiran's eyes, tarket could feel the weight of his uncle backing off.
Kaphiran, shaken up from wat he saw, stated as he backed off quickly "Y…yo…you c…c…can't be. There is no possible way. How can you use the ancient eyes off deceiving moods?"
Tarket snorted, "If knew more about my past and history then you would know about my eyes, but because you're a traitor, you will never know any thing about me"
Sorry for the inconvenience.
My figures are tired so there will be a part II of this story
Writen by Dreamer Streamer