Hello everyone! How are you all? Have you recognized me? (Please don't say, "Who are you?" T_T)
Yes, your dearest Misty-chan is here *Bites tongue and scratches head* I know, I have done such crimes that can never be forgiven, specially leaving the site. At first, I thought, "Hey, I have written so many stories, completed all genres, all ratings, all categories for my dear OTP. I am complete now, I should salute this site and take retirement." But no! I couldn't help missing you guys badly, that's why, I am back T_T.
This is a new story, "Thimeethi: The walk of faith". The name "Theemithi" has been taken from Tamil language, which means a traditional firewalking festival in Southern regions of India (South Indians may know it better). The reason of naming? Well, only the content of this story says.
Also, this is only the first chapter, I'll update it in early November or late October once my exams end (I have got two solid weeks of holidays, that's why thought to utilize them). Guys, you remember "Kingdom", right? That was written as the prequel of Beyblade original series where the past lives of the Beyblade characters were portrayed. In "Thimeethi", the past lives of the Beyblade characters will be highlighted too, with reasons and outcomes, with boons and banes, with a lot of things. Although this will be shorter than "Kingdom" in length, this will be more intense and deep.
The fights and battles in this story are fought in forms of different types of tournaments and competitions, with certain rules and regulations which can minimize the amount of injuries, bleeding and life-risks. To know more, read the prologue, I gave detailed description there. I'll try to make a flowchart to explain the systems in a clearer way later on. Till then, enjoy the story!
Theemithi: The walk of faith
Rating: T+
Inspired from: A lot of recent events in my favorite sport from the last year and this year though the ending will be portrayed according to my own imagination :P.
Warnings: Characters' death (Why not? ;P), alcohol, swearing, blood, fights, sexual assault and adult themes, intimate scenes (Not M-rated), suicide, antagonization of some characters who don't look like antagonists (Sorry in advance for that :P)...huffs! (Got tired -_-)
Pairings: KaiXHilary, KaiOC, TysonXDew, RayXMariah, MaxXMariam, KaneXSalima, BrooklynXOC.
Before starting, meet my new OC!
Name: Sheeza Fujiwara
Hair color: Black
Eye color: Bright turquoise.
Skin tone: Ivory
Okay...so, let it...riiiip!
Prologue:
Put your flags up in the sky,
And wave them side to side,
Show the world where you are from
Show the world we are one,
One…love…life….
Kanto, the largest island of Japan. The kingdom was always acknowledged for beholding the sight of the newly revived sun of the new day in the east, always a step ahead from the rest of the world. But the residents of Kanto could be praised more than any other Japanese, viewing the translucent crimson mirror of saline water spread, encompassing them from all the four directions. Not only from the east, but also from the west, the north and the south, the sole source of daylight would ascend from his siesta-that's what they used to feel. Getting the cerise signal from heavens, the birds would start their daily routine by humming with their tender chirpy voice, thus, waking the others up within a very short amount of time.
Imagine, how nurtured and beautiful would the nature be there where the sun was so liberal? Evergreen trees, gardens and forests provided everyone with delicious succulent fruits. Ume, Sakura, Camellia, Morning glory and Violet flowers kept showering almost all the time from their leaf-studded twigs. Birds would fly in the sky without any fear, with an ambition to touch the sun sometimes. Cows, goats and sheep grazed in the vast meadows. The icy apexes of ruthless mountains encircling the region would melt at the touch of the heartfelt sunshine and fall on the chest of the earth being rivers, thus, quenching the thirst of many.
Peace was evident everywhere in the world at the time period of the backdrop of this story. Battles were only a media to display the talents of the archers, swordsmen, wrestlers, ninjas and other martial artists, with a view to teaching the significance of teamwork, faith on the holy deities, hard work, intelligence and other virtues that a man could attain in his lifetime. Only goal it was; to institute amity, concord and love universally. That's why, certain rules and regulations were used to be followed by the battlers in the arena to avoid major injuries and damages. Before the battles, performances of dancers, singers and various artists were displayed too, in order to cheer the participants and raise the enthusiasm among the spectators, to show the world that these battles are not for enmity, but for amity.
Beautiful, weren't they?
No, not all the time. Heartbreaks, failures, depressions among the participants were quite common, along with bearing the ruthless criticisms and bashing from the spectators and ardent followers of the rival groups. Specially the most famous warriors who were considered to be the idols of many had to be very careful regarding their behavior, actions and words-on and off the battleground as they were always monitored. At a time, a warrior could fight on both behalf of a kingdom and the temple of a sacred spirit. Sometimes, either of them made him feel frustrated because both were important to him, both were revered and loved by him equally. A dilemma it would become then, often, staining his career.
Yet, the chosen ones would somehow find a way, let's say…the right way, with the grace of the deities, ending up rising and shining. It wasn't easy, never was it. Their entire journey wasn't less agonizing than walking over a bed of embers. Nonetheless, they remained marching, they strode the walk of faith. The trust they had on their teammates and friends, the belief they possessed in their hearts on the deities, on themselves. These steps on fire, this walk of faith would bring success, peace and honor kissing their toes finally.
Just like the gold, getting purified while burning…
This story entwines three characters together who dedicated themselves to three different ideologies but walked over the same blazing coal bed, depending on the same faith. The first one belonged to the sword, the second one to the harp and the third as well as the last one to the mirror. When the biggest of all ironies on the earth whom we all know as "Fate" as well, brings all of them together, what will exactly take place?
Beginning? Or…the end?
"Hilary! Where are you?"
The screech of the girly voice resonated throughout the second floor of the fortress since the feather-like feet of the dual-haired Spaniard smit unusually hard on the marble floors of the castle passages and were dragged away within an instance as she didn't stop running, clutching the edges of her flowy, double-layered fire-orange skirt with her painted nails. The long extension of her straight, coffee-colored locks bounced on her waist. Though she seemed as if she had been surging like the surfs of an ocean on a gloomy monsoon day, the actual turbulence was upheaving through her mind, making itself clearly visible in her lime eyes which were also engaged in looking here and there, searching for the brunette princess of Kanto but finding her nowhere.
"Ouch!" The Latina somehow maintained her balance and prevented the fall while colliding with a maid though the bamboo-made flower casket dropped from the hands of the latter and ended up scattering all the cherry-blossoms inside it, all over the ground. Realizing her mistake, the royal woman bit her tongue, "I am really sorry, let me help you."
"It's okay, princess Julia." The maid assured her with a smile and bent down to pick up the flowers. Turning her head right and left sheepishly and letting out a huff, the princess asked her again, "By the way, have you seen Hilary anywhere? I have been searching for her since the sunrise but looks like she's gone vanished!"
"Princess Hilary is in the temple of four sacred spirits currently," The female servant replied at the same time of putting the florets in the round basket one by one.
"What?" Julia frowned, "She hasn't come out yet? Never have I seen her praying there for such a long time."
The maid lowered her head, not finding any answer to the question of the Spanish princess. Even she hadn't ever seen the brunette venerating to the consecrated souls of heaven since the beginning of the day, leaving breakfast, books, striding in the royal garden, feeding the pigeons or exercising her hobbies and favorite chores. Moreover, today was supposed to be such an important day for her. On the same day, not only it was the battle between the temples of Dranzer and an Indonesian lifeforce where Kanto's commander-in-chief, Kai Hiwatari, was participating, but also the final test of the princess herself in her music lessons which she had been taking from lady Kincaid since the age of four. At such a significant period, when everyone was almost breaking their bones in order to find her, she was sitting at the sanctuary?
"Okay, let me meet her." Julia somehow delivered the words and before ending them properly, her feet again progressed like a wild storm-towards the shrine of four sacred spirits where her cousin was there.
Both the floor and the roof of the hexagonal shrine were made of pure gypsum, supported by tall and broad composite pillars, enclosed by the festoons of wild hydrangea and Sakura like pythons climbing thick banyan trees. Silver candle-stands were attached to them, holding ostentatious waxlights which were burning even though it was pure daylight outside, spreading a seraphic aroma all over the hall. The windows were made of colorful glass. By both sides of them, red velvet curtains were drawn off, bound in golden brackets. On the walls at the left and right, portraits of four elements and ancient deities belonging to them were painted with every subtle particularization.
The slab containing the portrait of the vermilion bird of the south, the azure dragon from the east, the white tiger from the west and the black turtle from the north was located on a two-storied pewter podium adjacent to the front wall. Two incensed burners made of sandalwood were guarding it from its both sides, emitting aromatic smoke and making the atmosphere saintlier. In front of the painted block, in a silver bowl, there were four different-colored lotuses floating in rose water, accompanied by two pairs of floating clay lamps. Facing the idol, a royal maiden, on the verge of her twenties, was sitting in lotus pose, straightening her back hidden underneath her bouncy waist-length, lush coco tresses. Though her face couldn't be seen, it could easily be understood that she was completely absorbed in her prayers and thoughts.
"Here you are!"
The unexpected loudness of the voice of the Latina startled the brunette a little as she turned back, screwing her brows, letting the astonishment be visible in her sparkling ruby orbs. Standing up, she moved towards her cousin, "Julia, you're here?"
"That's also my question!" Julia was panting and her tangerine bangs were clinging to her forehead due to extremity of her perspiration, "You know, I have already completed two rounds around this gigantic castle in search of you and you are hiding here?"
"Hey, I am not hiding from anyone!" Hilary pouted, putting her hands on her waist, "Today, it is my final test of my music lessons. For that, I was praying to the deities so that it can go good."
"This reason?" Julia gave her a smile of assurance, "Don't worry Hil, I know you will excel in this test too like all the previous ones. I have full confidence on you."
"Thanks Julia," The face of the brunette became vivified, receiving the best wishes from the twin-haired girl, "I really needed this."
"But…" All of a sudden, Julia's expression turned a tad gloomy as she remembered something, "I didn't come here to only wish good luck to you, Hil. Actually, I had to give a piece of bad news."
"Bad news?" Hilary glowered, sensing something wrong, "About whom and what, Julie?"
"You must have remembered that today there is the semifinal match of Asian championship of temples, between temple of Dranzer and temple of Horns?" Julia asked, wanting to clarify.
"Temple of Horns?" The chocolate-haired girl raised a brow, "Oh, those corrupt warriors who don't even have the money to buy weapons for themselves. That's why, stealing the weapons of others, they step into battlefield. Not only that, their battle strategies are even viler! I cannot yet forget how filthily they defeated general Kon and his teammates who were fighting hard on behalf of the temple of Driger, in the quarterfinals. Not only that, their immodest leader danced shamelessly in front of the brave warriors of the temple of the white tiger, having no respect for them. Hope Kai and his friends teach them a lesson this time."
"I am afraid to say this…" Julia sounded unusually tensed, unlike her nature, "As always, they have acted vile this time too."
"This time too?" Hilary couldn't control her curiosity and worries at the same time, "What do you want to say, Julie?"
"Hiwatarian has badly hurt his elbow," The orange-banged woman gulped, "The messenger told me that blood was dripping from the wound like droplets of water even though it was bandaged properly. The white dressing turned red bit by bit."
Hilary flinched, stepping back as she heard her cousin. Nonetheless, Julia continued, "Not only that, only for hitting Hiwatarian illegally, six among ten battlers from the opponents have been warned with orange flags. These horners are playing really dirty."
Hilary's bright, cheerful face took no moment to accept the shades of rainclouds in the sky of monsoon no sooner had she heard her cousin. Clenching her teeth, she asked, "Julie, can you tell me the result of the duel till now?"
"As far as I know," Julia replied, "It was a tie. If it remains same till the final moment, the match will enter into rapid-fire round where the warriors, blindfolded, will have to shoot arrows at the target. Only one blindfolded player from the opposition will be there to block the arrow with his shield."
'Oh…' Hilary lightly mused, reminiscing the past events which had, of course, not been so pleasant both for her and Hiwatarian, 'So, another rapid-fire round…'
"And there goes our Hiwatarian!" Julia became irritated within an instance, fidgeting with her fingers, "Who the hell told him to continue battling even after getting injured so badly? He was seeing that the goons of the horners were striking right at his wound deliberately, yet he was in the battlefield. Hil? Aren't you feeling worried for him?"
"A little," The brunette replied, trying much to maintain the calmness of her voice as well as her expression, "But actually…more for the result of the battle, and, the most for my test."
"Eh?" Julia's eyes were widened in utter disbelief as she could hardly digest the words of the brunette. Squeezing the shoulders of the ruby-eyed maiden, she almost screamed, "What are you saying, Hil? Have you gone crazy? Your beloved is bleeding on the battlefield, yet, fighting, putting his own life at stake and you are calm? How?"
"As if I hadn't seen him bleeding ever in my life." Hilary grimaced.
"What?" Julia's restless was touching the peak now.
"Julie, trust me," She held the hands of the twin-haired Spaniard which were on her shoulders, "It is much better to bleed to death than to stay alive, carrying a heavy bleeding heart inside the chest. Hiwatarian has already dealt with the latter and handled it very well. I have full faith on my deities as well as my Hiwatarian, he'll manage it skillfully too."
"But…"
"Don't get on my nerves, Julie," The chocolate-haired princess sighed, "A storm is already going inside me, roaring through my heart and brain, trying to devastate everything. But if I let it come out, nothing good will happen. Let me concentrate on my own test and pray for my Hiwatarian so that everything goes good and ends well."
Bowing in front of the slab once with utter devotion and faith, Hilary turned back and made her way towards the music house of the castle. Her footsteps were light, slow but her heartbeats were saying something else. Bringing some tresses from her back, she tried to cover her ruby orbs, not letting her cousin see them glittering with her tears. Her head wasn't lowered, facing straightly whatever was in front of her. She folded her wobbling lips inside forcefully as if she'd been ordering them to stay calm. Nonetheless, the tempest raised in her mind was so disobedient that it wasn't ready to leave the place so soon-at least, her slightly twitching eyebrows were agreeing on that point. Closing her eyes, she exhaled once, emptying her lungs from all the carbon-di-oxide and attempting to discharging the negative thoughts from her brain.
'Whatever will happen today,' She told to herself, 'Either better, or for betterment!'
Colorful glass was the material of the doors and arched windows of the vast compartment, letting azure and vermillion silk hangings covering them swing a little because of a proper ventilation system. Carrying the weight of the square-shaped building, wooden Tuscan pillars were proudly standing. The newly burnished floor was also ligneous, colored in dark and light-shaded squares and representing a chessboard. Earthen pots containing green plants and white baby's breaths were clinging to the walls, at a little higher position. Below them, on different shelves and niches, various musical instruments like Koto, Biwa, three or four types of flutes and drums were arranged. From the center of the roof, a black-brown antler chandelier was swinging lightly, giving the atmosphere a vintage vibe overall.
Very slowly but regally, the chocolate-haired princess marched towards the oval-shaped podium. Clad in a plain light-pink kimono with a broad magenta belt swathed around her slender waist, she kept her lower extension of her hair unbound and let it spring on her back with every footstep of her, doing two braids and clipping them over her ears from where a pair of coral-colored, floppy thread earrings were drooping, turning 180-degree opposite from her outer expression and trying their best to demonstrate everyone what was going inside her. The airstream tried to flirt with the petals of the newly bloomed Sakura tucked into her tresses near her left ear. Seeing the pure, sinless face of the princess, the heart of Hayashi Tachibana, the emperor of Kanto, got filled with joy and peace.
Thousands of miles away from the musical house of the castle of Kanto, there was another large space-no, not confined within four walls. It was open, the airflow was much more in amount there. On the green ground of the quadrangular amphitheater coated with evenly trimmed grass, two teams were standing, facing each other. Surrounding them, the spectators and followers were cheering so loudly that their vocal cords were almost on the verge of exploding. The horners were wearing black and white cloths whereas the devotees of the temple of Dranzer were dressed in dark maroon and black, with gold-rimmed buttons on their chests. The leader, wrapping his signature white scarf around his neck and letting it waver, was crossing his brawny arms on his well-built chest. His eyes were closed, throat under whose skin popped veins were visible was uplifted, face was holding a very appeased expression although nobody could say how he was feeling deep inside.
Some would say that he was meditating, some would say that all its reason was the drenched, red circular blemish of the bandage wrapped around his left elbow. In the end, there were a very few people who might conclude, "Look, he's looking worried!"
Yes, Kai Hiwatari can get worried too.
So…what was the fault of the rest of the world by the way? Nurturing the fear subconsciously in her mind, Hilary Tachibana climbed the podium gently and bent her head down in front of Lady Kincaid, her long-time mentor, as a sign of reverence. Rotating back, she shared the same bow with her father and sages present in the room. They all lifted their palms, blessing her. Taking the Biwa from the table, she sat on the round velvet bench in a lotus position, again, keeping her spinal cord unbent. As her fingertips fell on the chords of the instrument and she closed her eyes, all the sorrows, worries, fears somehow vapored in the air, from her inner soul.
"Shikyo, very perfectly, without any help of his own eyes, hit the bull's eye with one of his arrows!" The commentator praised the member of the temple of horners wholeheartedly, "Temple of Horns 1, temple of Dranzer 0."
Bryan Kuznetsov, who was in the charge of defending the targeted shield but unluckily failed at the first chance, gritted his teeth and stomped on the ground once. The other battlers from Temple of Dranzer gave an anxious look at their leader who somehow still managed to hold the appeased mien; their looks varied from lucid to more intense. Blowing off a bit, the dual-haired half-Russian concealed his shimmering aventurine pools under the black fabric, lifted the longbow with a piece of arrow and gently walked towards the steel-board of the opponents. Unexpectedly, he felt as if his heart had lost all of its beats, his breaths were going through a trajectory of a straight line parallel to X-axis. Standing in front of the board, he clogged his own breaths once-only to hear the exhalations of the keeper of the shield of their opponent so that he could locate him.
"It's time!" The arbitrator of the duel commanded, "Three…two…one…shoot!"
No, Hiwatari didn't hasten with the signal from the referee. He blew off again, took a step back, outstretched his bow to the lower right corner. Then, using an unforeseen body feint, he revolved upon his ankles and tricking the poor caretaker to jump in the wrong direction, he launched the projectile to the upper left corner of the circular shield. That attempt not only succeeded, but also broke a portion of the safeguard.
"Hiwatari for you!" The reporter declared without any kind of torpor in his voice, "When everyone steps back, he's the one who steps up. When everyone fears poison, he's the one who quenches it!"
Smirking, Kai Hiwatari removed the blindfold as the same smirk infected to the lips of his teammates too. He could come back to them but no, he turned back and strode in the opposite direction where his lilac-haired friend was standing, guarding their own steel-board. Stopping before him, yet, not facing him fully, the slate-haired guy lightly punched at his shoulder, much to his bewilderment and disbelief.
"You'll block the next shot, Bryan."
Her fingers plodded quite messily all over the chords at first as another hand of her strummed them. The drummers tested the percussion instruments once but she didn't pay any heed, not even for set the beats and tempo of the song. Even, the solo tunes from the flutes also couldn't enter her ears. Today, she was alone, and, for herself, she was more than enough. As she found the right arpeggios to play once, clearing her throat and breaths once, she raised the first throb at her vocal cord as the lyrics went on:
There is thirst in my eyes,
Extreme thirst pervades my core
I am a rainless summer day,
With a scorching soul,
There is thirst in my eyes…
"Incredible!" The eyes of the analyst glossed, "Bryan Kuznetsov has blocked the arrow just by grabbing it with his right fist. He has done it so easily as if he snatched a mochi from the hand of a kid!"
Bryan elbowed downwards in the air as all his fangs flashed, in the satisfaction of being able to save the round for a while. Ian, with more confidence than the lilac-haired keeper, blindfolded himself not wasting a moment and straightforwardly walked towards the opposition's block, giving a cheeky smile to scare the guard. Kai sighed, seeing his antics. No, Ian wasn't doing the right thing at all.
The carrot-nosed guy didn't turn Kai's thoughts wrong at all. So overjoyed and hyped he was, not properly adjusting his arrow against the string of his bow. When the adjudicator gave the signal, he swiftly ran towards the protector of the board and discharged the arrow without analyzing the locations and trajectories a bit. As a result, the barb didn't even touch the shield, flew high above it and disappeared.
'Fuck!' Bryan cursed under his breaths as all the members of team facepalmed, well, except one. He was standing motionlessly, folding his arms on his chest and having no expression on his face like nothing had happened before a while. Hanging his head down, Ian plodded back to his friends, trying his best to take no word of the critic into his ears. Sighing, he stood beside the phoenix-prince, biting his lips. However, his mood got cheered up a little as he heard their leader, murmuring something.
'To err is human, Ian.'
For one of the rarest times in his life, the olive orbs of the carrot-nosed boy started brimming with tears. Yeah, the sage was very right who said, 'Players that aren't true leaders but try to be, always bash other players after a mistake. True leaders on the pitch already assume others will make mistakes.'
Sure thing, mistakes were, even are, always, an indispensable part of human life and nature. Princess Hilary Tachibana knew it too. That's why, despite having a view only to focus on what her mind and soul wanted to say, she had to give attention to the beats of the novice drummer who wasn't still used to play the Ikko drum. Opening her eyes and backing to the reality for a very small amount of time, she signaled him to stop for a while as the thumb, index finger and middle finger of her right hand chucked on the wooden part of her Biwa, producing almost the same sound which the drummer had been supposed to create with her. The rookie heard two or three beats and got the pattern, thus, synchronizing with the brunette again.
The blooms that lit up the garden
Wilted turning dark.
Who fettered the fountain's flow—
It's tied to the ruthless rock
At the summit of woe.
The silver-haired young man stood in front of the falcon of the temple of Dranzer, covering his eyes and taking a semicircular bow in his hand and popping out an arrow from the quiver. Although Bryan couldn't see him due to be blindfolded as well, he got to recognize him from the announcement of the commentator. The dusky-toned warrior was known as Kingu among his teammates and worldwide, he was the leader of his team. Bryan sneered as he heard the audacious footsteps of his opponent on the pitch and the sound of his testing the elasticity of the string of the bow. Exhaling, the falcon commented, "You're nervous."
"No, I am not." Kingu gave a toothy smile in return.
"Of course, you are!" Bryan chortled, "You are pretending not to be, but actually you are. You are so nervous that you have adjusted your arrow totally in the opposite direction."
Kingu got a little distracted at this sentence of the lavender-head, checking the fitting of his weapons once. Sighing in relief, he snorted, "What a jerk you are, Kuznetsov!"
"In imagination, I am," The Russian still didn't stop bullying the leader of their opponents, "In reality, it's he who is standing in front of me."
"It's about time!" The referee announced, "Three…two…one…shoot!"
"Look at me, fool," Bryan roared, changing his joking mood within a second and diving at the correct direction, "Watch me how I eat you alive!"
As he said, so did he, throwing a rupturing punch at the shaft projected in the direction of the board which was being protected by him. The arrow was shot at the air instead of the shield and when it touched the green pitch, it was already divided into two equal halves. Bryan landed on his ankles and removed the blindfold from his eyes. In front of a baffled silver-haired opponent, he jumped again and pushed his elbows back, expanding his chest with a view to displaying his prowess and heroism.
"Kuznetsov!" The commentor blasted, "He, once again, removed the thorn from the path of the vermilion bird of the South and her ardent protectors, shattering the attack of Kingu, the leader of the horners, into pieces!"
"What happened, Emperor?"
Kingu was already shocked to see his attack totally going in vain, but this time, to double it, someone's bold but blurting voice spread all over the pitch. Turning back, his jaw dropped as he discovered who taunted him just then. It was none but the phoenix-prince, showering sarcasm at him through his aventurine pools. Though his lips weren't bearing any smirk, slyness was evident in his creased eyebrows. He mocked, "Why aren't you dancing now? Are your feet hurting? Dance now!"
Now, Kai's teammates were also a little confused. Why was he telling Kingu to dance? But only and only Hiwatari knew the actual reason. Though he was keeping a calm expression outside, his inner mind was blasting with anger and annoyance at the insult of his best friend, Ray Kon. A warrior was allowed to learn every kind of physical, technical and psychological skills to win a battle but after the victory? How could he humiliate the opponent who actually had no fault? No no, that was something excluded from Kai's principles and ideologies which he'd learnt in his very boyhood. But Kingu was Kingu, not understanding the lesson but taking it as another insult.
'Hiwatari, you'll pay for it…' He cursed under his breaths, 'One day, I'll snatch or destroy your precious weapons as well as your pride from you, just before a tournament like this, making you feel as much down as I am feeling today.
For the revenge, if this life ends and another life comes, I'll stay prepared. These are my words!'
On the other hand, Hilary's hands were raising almost a tempest on the chords of the Biwa as her voice was also fluctuating from up to down, from down to up. Her notes were very clear and understandable. The endurance of her voice was also very praiseworthy, along with a good range of flexibility. She knew where to be loud and where to be soft. Tender fingertips were swollen and red because of playing with the strings so much but she was caring the least. The percussionists were getting exhausted while smiting on their tambourines, drums and other thumping devices; sweat beads were visible on their foreheads and hair but there was not a single sign of fatigue in overall mien of the princess.
Emperor Hayashi Tachibana's eyes remained widened at the expertise of his daughter. Yes, he knew about the abilities of the princess but never could he imagine that they could go to such an extent. The other sages, along with lady Kincaid, with closed eyes, were enjoying her music. There were a lot of students taking music lessons from them but disciples like Hilary Tachibana were born once in a blue moon.
Storms rise from sultry winds,
Taking my mind to the distant void—
My scarf flutters away….
The last chance it was for Dranzer's warriors. If they utilized it, they would head to the final. Tala Valkov was there this time, not so hot-headed like Bryan or naughty like Ian in the battlefield. His on-the-pitch character was quite praiseworthy. Covering his eyes like others, he set his arrow against the string of his arc bow and adjusted his position. He'd studied and analyzed a lot about the positioning sense of the keeper of the opposition team. So, with the whistle, without any kind of hassle, the scarlet-haired Russian discharged the missile and got it hit right at the target. A smirk rose in the corners of his lips when he heard the wild screams of their supporters and followers brimming all over the amphitheater, as well as his teammates rushing towards him.
"That's it!" The commentator was almost punching in the air as if it'd been him who'd been emerged victorious, not the warriors from the temple of Dranzer, "The warriors of the temple of Dranzer have done it again! It is Kai Hiwatari's fourth final in the Asian championships of temples, and another golden chance to win it finally! This time…"
"Congratulations, Kai!" The lilac-haired warrior again punched in the air in excitement, "I cannot believe that we've reached the finals!"
"You're still making that face?" Ian lightly nudged his leader, "C'mon Hiwatarian, smile a bit now at least.
"Not now," His reply was quite short and formal, "We have just won the semifinals, not the entire tournament. Don't forget it."
Heaving a sigh, thinking that it would help him put out the burden from his chest, he turned back, letting his white scarf flutter in the air and marched towards their camp, keeping his baffled teammates behind. His eyes were covered with his slate bangs, that's why nobody could see how much pain and stabbing memories were hidden inside them. His fists were gritted, treads were very hefty. Like his friends, he wanted to be happy too. Well, he had been happy once upon a time when these finals had used to give him chances after chances to prove his worth. Although he had never displayed his excitement, he'd always been satisfied and hopeful-that finally, he had been going to dignify Dranzer, the deity and all the source of power of his life.
But…could he have proved? Ever?
I put my trust, in you,
Pushed as far as I can go,
For all these, there's only one thing you should know….
I tried so hard, and got so far,
But in the end, it doesn't even matter,
I had to fall, to lose it all,
In the end, it doesn't even matter…
Oww...my poor Kai ;(
So dear people...you have already got to know that Kai has tried a lot and got closer, more than once but stars didn't favor him for once at all. When he fought for Dranzer in a tournament, he couldn't win the championship with his teammates. What will happen this time? Will he fail again? Or this time will he be successful?
Do read and review (I came after such a long time, I need it T_T). Pardon the grammatical and spelling errors (Because my writing skills have gone rusted completely). Take care and stay safe :D
-Misty ^_^ ^_^
