Me: (running around and waving wildly her papers) Crap! Crap! Crap!
Yamato: (sees me running around like an idiot) What the hell are you doing, wench!
Me: Shut up, I've been busy trying to fix the mess! Since my computer died, I had to use Dad's computer until my computer recovered. But now it's finally recovered and I'm still missing few story chapters... (sweeping some useless papers away) I can't remember what I'm writing the eighth chapter of "What's Beyond the Light?"! (grumbles)
Zalo: (whispered to Yamato) I guess it had to be her PMSing.
Yamato: (snickering)
Me: I HEARD THAT! (chasing Zalo and Yamato with her machine gun) Beloved readers, please IGNORE us while you're reading this. Enjoy! (continued chasing Zalo and Yamato)
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Chapter Eight – Silver Poisoning
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In the Xiaolin TempleSipping the green teacup and then placing it on the table, the wanderer looked up at the temple master. "Master Fung… I doubt that Yamato will able survived after encounter with a dangerous werewolf, especially with ability to injure him." He replied, sighing heavy as the green dragon look angry at his remark.
"So you didn't put faith in that Yamato-boy!" Dojo snarled, crossing his arms glaring at the wanderer. "You THINK he'll died? Hell no! He's no human any more you know."
"Dojo…relax." Master Fung hushed his guardian dragon.
The wanderer exhausted, looking down at the green liquid in the pure white teacup. "Moron… You didn't know the boy like I did… He may not human as I remembered him… but I know that wound damn too well." He narrowed his amber eyes sharply. "It robbed him of his beast side and sealed it deep with venom of sliver. I believe that wound didn't kill him, only weaken him."
The mountain cat frowned, as he had been freed from being the tied thanks to the wanderer, Ramon. "But Khu said that he'll died if he kept pushing him over and over again?"
Ramon turned his head away from the teacup to the mountain cat. "Perhaps, Zhai, perhaps." He replied unsure what to expect in his tone.
Suddenly, something shattered through the windows and the broken glass falling from the blow. The mountain cat's thick fur stood up as he snarled at the outside of the shattered window.
"What was that!" Ramon exclaimed, standing up from the pillow and looking at the shattered window and then he glanced down at the familiar shape that was hurled to the ground while surround by the broken glass. "A rock?"
Dojo slivered up into Master Fung's sleeves and peeking from his hidden spot for any invaders. "M-m-maybe it-t-t would b-b-be th-th-the best to r-r-run." He gulped, shaking violently.
All three of them ran out of the Xiaolin Temple and then they stopped when they saw someone on the roof. Widening his eyes at the sight of the familiar looking stranger, Ramon realized that person who looked the same as him.
"Who in the hell are you!" He growled after recovering over the shock at the sight of the unknown invader.
The shadowed man suddenly smirked at Ramon. "You surely don't recognize who I am, do you?" He said in his mocking tone. "Oh wait, you got a amnesia. That would be explaining why you don't remember me."
As then he began laughing in full of false joy, knowing very well how it annoyed Ramon and Zhai.
The mountain cat growled at him, "Shut up!" He roared loudly as he leapt toward the shadowed man. "I know who you are! Lycan!"
Smirking widely at Zhai, Lycan snapped his fingers as the pack of wolves leapt out of nowhere and pushed Zhai to the ground with groan of pain.
"Zhai!" Ramon yelled in surprise as the cat was trying to get up but his wound won't let him. Ramon turned back to Lycan and glared at him, loathing at Lycan's smirk. "You bastard!"
Lycan grinned at them; lifting the black wrapping cloth he held in his arms and took it off, revealing…
"Kobo!"
"Child!"
"Kid!"
"A kid!"
All they yelled in union in surprise, their eyes widened in horror at Kobo in the duplicated werewolf's arms.
The duplicated Lycan expressed amusement at the horror looks dawned on the warriors' face. "If you wanted this child back, then where is the mythic mirror?" He asked politely, but in his tone was full of malice.
A mythic mirror? Ramon thought in confusion, blinking. Sound familiar… Where did I hear that before?
Suddenly, the piece of glass flickered in silver and it jolted his mind, causing him shudder. What was that? He thought and then growling at Lycan. "No way in the hell if I know! I wouldn't tell you where it is!"
The duplicated Lycan's smile turned into a curled, snarling fanged frown at Ramon. Snorting distasteful at the wanderer before he turned to the mountain cat, he smirked as he snapped his fingers. Reacting to the sound of the fingers snapped, the pack of wolves leaped from behind the lycanthrope master and attacking the temple master, the lycanthrope wanderer, and the mountain cat.
In the white flash in their eyes as they noticed several warriors knocked the some of wolves out cold and some killed others, the mountain cat blinked his amber eyes in half surprise and half confusion at the laying wolves on the ground.
The several warriors landed in front of the mountain cat, causing his feline eyes lit up in hint of recognition. "Can't be…" He whispered in bewilderment, staring disbelief at them. They're supposed not to come to my side without Master, but why? Mental muttering in confusion in his thought, he frowned.
The female Greek Amazon turned her head toward Zhai, holding her precious spear blade by her side. "Zhai. We came to aid you." She said in fading Greece accent.
Zhai let his lips upward into half-smirk and half frown. "Alala." He acknowledged her, ignoring the bewilderment and confusion looks across the wanderer, the temple master, and the guardian dragon.
And then Zhai turned to each of his allies as his eyes on the warrior in a wolf cloth, the Russian warrior with the symbol of feathers shield, the African native with the spear, the small India native with the bow and arrows, and the Chinese samurai in the armor.
"Yui, Akir, Jadari, Ali…and Seiichi." Zhai replied each of the warrior names and his mask grew colder at each of them. "…All of you are here… Why are you without Master? This is not like all of you."
The wolf-cave man, Yui, raises his wolf claw glove at the mountain cat. "Sense evil." He replied in broken Japanese since he wasn't a Japanese like Zhai. "We came help Zhai."
Ali chattered in India native language, bouncing up and down as much to Zhai's annoyance. The Russian warrior get hold of the small native with one strong grip and then he turned to Zhai. "Well?" He drawled knowingly in perfect English.
The mountain cat frowned and opened his mouth but the Russian warrior cut him off.
"I won't accept a no for answer, friend." Akir grinned while his six axe-sword rested on his left shoulder with a relaxed look on his face.
Suddenly, the pack of wolves growled in threatening at them after recovering from being stunned by their sudden arrival as they walked menacing toward them. Zhai's six allies shifted into their battle stances with their special weapons, smirking at the enemies.
Zhai decided to this time for him to return to his true form. He groaned softly in pain while he felt his bone shifting slowly into human shape-like form and then he felt the familiar ancient silk cloth of Japanese samurai covering his body.
The long beautiful black hair flowing graceful behind the man stood in the white samurai robe and he held the long katana sword in his belt. Opening his familiar light amber eyes, he barely glanced down at himself and then he smiled softly.
It is so long… since I have been in a human body of mine… He remembered his final battle against his master and stuck in the body of mountain cat after his defeat. He doesn't remember what was like to be back again.
He fell back in his fighting stance, drawling his katana before the wolves. It had begun.
Meanwhile Ramon left the battle to following the duplicated lycanthrope who looked like him carrying the now unconscious child in his arm, he frowned, as he knew the lycanthrope let the pack of wolves distracting the warrior while to get the mirror.
Ramon's brow furrowed as his lips curved downwards into a frown. Why that mirror? Something important… yet it won't active without other backup plans… He paused his thought and wondered how did he know there's the backup plans.
Turning his thought away, the wanderer looked at the dark werewolf's back and smirked. Turn your back against an enemy is a bad move, buddy. But he didn't notice another enemy stood behind in the shadows until too late for him to dodge the attack.
WHAM!
Forced back by the sheer force of the impact, Ramon and the dark blue werewolf both struggled to their feet, both still with looks of determination on their faces. They paused for a few moments before diving in again to battle.
Immediately recognizing the familiar face of the wandering werewolf, his eyes widened in confusion and surprise, as Roki frowned at him. He… He looks more like Lycan… But not like Lycan's face, his face is full of childish and soft-look.
How can that brat do that? He wondered. I saw him die… while using the forbidden combination with wu. His personality split and soul split as well as his memories… And then memories of their battles came back to his tortured mind. After all he's been through, and had done… nothing's changed except the brat he first noticed.
And now, here the Ramon was… struggling to stand up. Around him were the enemies out to kill him and to top it off, that strange familiar looking werewolf had snuck up behind him and used that sutra on him again. He looked at the other werewolf and his rage was building.
The thoughts of an angry wolf invaded into the wanderer and caused him turning into a full werewolf on a fighting stance…
Killkillkillkillkillkillkill! Quicklyquicklyquicklybeforeheripsyouoff! Rips'imoff!
…and he blindly leaped.
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Meanwhile back to Yamato and his ghost ancestor…
The boy thought stepped backward in one time, staring disbelief at the man and then returned to the strange blade. It does looked like one of the sword sheng-gong-wu(s). It had all same shape and also same symbol on it. Except…
He frowned. The blade's aura is all wrong and strange… Like it had either no soul or no aura. Only dull and hollow inside he sense in the small sword.
"This is a Blade of Aqua," The ghost ancestor stated as he tossed it gently upward and downward on his palm. "A brother of Shadow Blade and the Sword of Storm. Whoever held it cannot obeyed its wielder's command… unless the blade believe the wielder is worth to wield it with a pure aura."
Yamato miffed at this. "A pure aura? Then it's useless to me now." He turned around and he was about to take a forward step when the man's voice halted him.
"Is that so, Zendi?" Zalo asked smiling emptily at the boy's back. "You may sense it was completely useless now… because it had been sealed in my grave…"
He turned halfway toward the lake and pointed at it. "You have to go to it and see it yourself." He replied with a smirk.
Yamato stared incredulity at the ghost ancestor and yelled angrily, "Go to the lake and see it myself? ARE YOU INSANE---" He stopped and take a breath in, calming his temper down. "Alright, I believe you're just a nothing but moron. Take a side note, buddy, I. CAN'T. SWIM!" He cried waving his arms wildly, as if anyone saw him acting like a fool like that.
The ancestor ghost kept widening smirk even more, much to Yamato's upset. "Are you sure? Can't swim…" He titled his head to left side and still smiling at the boy. "Or… won't swim?"
The boy's odd action suddenly stopped. The ancestor knew it coming soon.
"…" The boy painfully paused as his brown-red eyes nervously darted to the lake and then to the ground. "I… I just… I DON'T KNOW HOW TO SWIM, JUST QUIT SMILING AT ME ALREADY!" The ex-beast growled at Zalo as he stepped backward away from him.
His smile suddenly turned to line, the ghost stepped toward the boy and the boy unconsciously stepped backward. "You don't remember who saved your life from drowning?" He asked curiously, a mystery glint in his dark crimson eyes. "Of course you can't. You're just only five."
Yamato stopped and blinked once as the foggy memories returning to him.
Then next thing he saw was the white light flashed at him and his family before he feels suddenly being thrown around in his seat belt like a lifeless toy.
He shut his eyes tightly, clutching his seat in fear and feels the cold and wet harshly hit him. Took him a minute to realize he was in the freezing water and opened his eyes to see his parents in front of him.
Hanging there lifeless and limping like a lifeless Chinese doll in the ocean. A cold reality hit him like a pound of brick, he was in the ocean and he can't swim very well.
And running out of his air too!
He choked widened his fearful red eyes, clawing helplessly at his seat belt. And next thing he noticed in front of him and it was red ink floating from his parents. He realized it was not a red ink… it was a real blood!
He cried out in horror, not caring that he was losing his precious air and gripped his mom's hand. To his surprise, his mom's hand wasn't warm and gently... it was only deadly cold and icily...
…Like dead…
He may be a young kid but he wasn't stupid enough to realize that his dad and mom are dead. His visions suddenly started to blur and he was slowly losing his air, luring himself into the state of sleep.
He feels so cold...feel so dead...His heart slowly beating quietly and his eyes closed gently. At least he knows he will join with his mom and dad forever.
But he did not know that his life had been spared.
All he saw the shadow swimming toward him and his vision went darkness…
"…It can't be… You're just a ghost." Yamato muttered disbelief, refusing to believe what he saw when he was a child. "Ghost only touch nothing but a wind… I'm leaving now." He snarled turning around and started to leave.
"A coward… Fool!" Zalo said with a snarl cry as he ran toward the boy and pushed him toward the lake. "You will face your fear and your own judgment! Your life is held within the lake now. It's up to you to decide…"
SPLAAAAASH!
Unconsciously he shut his eyes tightly, feeling the painful sting of cold water against his skin and his lung hurts. He tried to swim back to the land but something pulls him down and refused to let him go…
He gasped for air but more water in his throat sent him had a choking fit. No! Nonononono! I don't want to die! Mom! Dad!
Helplessly, he imaged the faces of his parents and reached for them but as soon as his fingers touched them, they disappeared as he was swallowed into the darkness.
All he remembered was someone who always had a spotlight, not him. The one who always fought him and saved his life…
Damn it…
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Suddenly, the outcast werewolf was thrown back across the living room to the tearoom and clashed onto the table as Ramon groaned in pain and opened his wolfish yellow eyes at the growling rival stalking toward him while baring his fangs at him.
And something caught his eyes at the glint reflected the moonlight on the claws and his heart sharply went to his throat. Silver poisoning talons… I don't remember that he had them…
Then he frowned at the thought. Then how did I know…?
While Roki narrowed at the werewolf unconsciously dropped his guard when his eyes glazed dazedly at his silver talons, he grinned evilly. If you only knew…
He leaped toward the wanderer and slashed his claws into the wanderer's chest, hearing the sharp cry of pain from the wanderer.
At same time as the other werewolf came in with the unconscious kid was holding by his arm and the mirror in his other arm. "Roki, stop." He stated sharply, narrowing his eyes in anger at the admiral. "Enough. We got what we want, Roki. Then we leave right now before the filth feline and his so called friends came."
Roki growled but then he remembered the powerful lycanthrope like Lycan and he should not disagreed against him, so he turned and left Ramon with his wounded chest.
Lycan's eyes glazed at Ramon and smiled cruelly, stalking toward him.
Gasping for air as the hand reached for his chest where the heart is and clutched it tightly, hurling over the table. The teacups scattered all over, almost shattered at sudden movement.
All he saw was a demonic looking eyes before he blacked out, knowing the last thing he don't want to remember…
The eyes… Ramon thought closing his eyes and drafted into the darkness.
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End of the Chapter Eight
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Me: (sigh in relief) That's relief I finally finished that eighth chapter… I seriously thought I could never finish that one…
Yamato: Feh! Who care about that? It's embarrassing! (cross his arms and huffed angrily)
Khu: (raise an eyebrow at Yamato) You mean… like you can't swim? (shook his head)
Yamato: (cringes)
Lobo: (turn to me) You sure you're all right to continue to do the stories? Since after the accident…
Me: Don't. I'm fine, really. (rubs her neck) Just a sore neck, Lobo… It takes few weeks and then I'll be free of it.
Yamato: Keh… Few weeks you're all do is complaining about how cold ice bag is or the crazed assignments are handed to you by teachers. Hmnpt! Like as usual… in crappy life of hers… OWUCH! (held his head in pain and glared at me) That's hurt!
Me: (put the mallet of doom away and smiled innocently at him) That's how you feel the pain of women's wrath?
Yamato: (scowls) Women's wrath? Feh! Those hits are nothing but weak! (ignoring my temper grew bigger and bigger at the words) All women are just a thorn in men's side, because they are ALWAY being saved by men…
Khu: (sipping his tea calmly) Seriously… do you think he'd learned by now? Of course not!
(The background the sound of clash and a sharp cry of pain from Yamato while the growling from me)
All muses: (gulps fearfully)
Khu: (sees his companions and smiled at them) Relax, only just Yamato she was angry with. (chuckled) Kobo, you're up now.
Kobo: Ok, time for sneak peek about upcoming Next chapter: "The Dreams"
His emotions began to shift from depression to anger, to pain, to relief, to fear as he continued falling into the darkness of ocean.
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He senses the feline's eyes on the back of his neck while he unconsciously holding his wounded chest. "I'm fine… really…"
Everyone suddenly stopped and his or her eyes widened over his shoulder, the werewolf turned around…
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"Khu…" The black dragon whispered staring at the new magical object sat on the old statue's palm. "Is that the Shard of Dreams…?"
The amethyst-eyed boy reached for the shard and touched it as the white light took over the room, blinding their eyes. "Khu!" All he heard the panicking voice of his brother before he realized his body hit the ground.
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