This story begins like any other epic hero's would. Aislinn Saga had a great life…that is until the tragic death of the key component of it. Her whole family was killed in a fiery car collision. Left alone with only her grandfather, a master swordsman, it's up to Aislinn to save the rest of her perfect life, and even her planet.
Kendo is the ancient art of sword fighting. To master it takes years of constant and consistent practice. For me it only took three straight years of three hours every day. But then again my grandfather always said that I was a protégé. I was going through the forms when I heard my grandfather yell for me to come quickly.
I dropped my wooden and bamboo sword and hurried toward the front door. Out side of our home were about twenty black cars and one long limousine.
"Aislinn did you do something wrong again," my grandfather asked jokingly. It was a standing joke between the two of us that if I did anything wrong it probably would have been HUGE.
In reality I do street race. Sometimes at night I sneak out to hone my skills on the board. (The board refers to an original story of mine titled Race With Your Heart. It is not yet published but if you have questions feel free to ask. Thanx.) I am the local champion. My street name: Trinity.
At this point several government officials had arrived at our door. We waited until they knocked and my grandfather opened the door. They instantly rushed in making it seem that we were under arrest.
"If you may be so kind as to tell us what is going on there may be a chance that we could help you," my grandfather told the officials kindly. "
One of the men turned and spoke with the kind of voice that sends chills down your spine. "We need both you and your granddaughter to talk to the President immediately. It is a matter of urgency."
My grandfather and I looked at each other curiously. Whatever it was we didn't really have a choice. I sighed and went to put my sandals on. (Yes they live in a dojo.) Together we were escorted outside into the bright sunlight. We were herded to the limo and were ushered inside.
As we sat inside the air-conditioned vehicle I noticed something. Inside the car were several government politicians. Not just the president.
"Hello. I'm really sorry to disturb you, but this is a matter of great importance. Several years ago a team of mechanics, racers, and a gunner, along with a team manager were sent into outer space to participate a race known across the galaxy as the Great Race of Oban. The Earth team won the race. Recently though, we received a message from an entity known as the Avatar and he is warning us. He says that a being named Canaletto is threatening the entire galaxy again and that to seal him in his cell once again he needs another race to be held. The pilot from the previous race died in a car crash with her father about a year ago. That means that the entire fate of the world rest on your decision to participate in the race," The president explained quickly. There wasn't a lot of time to be wasted before the pre-selections on a planet called Alwas.
"How did you know that I raced," I asked quietly although it was still loud enough for them to hear.
That was when the president started to chuckle. "A colleague of mine b the name of Jason Wright told me that you were one of the best board racer in a 200-mile radius.
My grandfather turned and looked at me with a hurt and astonished look in his eye. "You race Aislinn? Why didn't you ever tell me? You have always known that you could trust me," he asked me quietly so that only I could hear.
"We don't happen to have much time Ms. Saga. We need to know your answer right now," the president said sternly. I looked at him, then at my grandfather, ad then back at the president. I knew what is was I had to do.
"I'll do it."