Disclaimer: Zahon Wolf is copyrighted to himself. All other characters are copyrighted to the both of us. Don't use without permission, yada yada yada . . .
The planet is copyrighted to Nintendo. You'll figure it out.
Author's note: This fanfic doesn't take place at the same time "A Sign of Courage" does. This is a bit further into the future, thus the lack of ships on the planet's surface.
The Lone Wolf: Part 2
The planet was quite barren, even more so than the one where the wolf had grown up. Duststorms swept the surface, giving a hazy, dark appearance. There were small shrubs littered around the ground, but it seemed to be the only lifeform that was there.
Zahon pulled the ship into what he hoped was a landing position. He had been flying through space for longer than he could remember and it was about out of fuel.
Teardrop touched down lightly. Zahon smiled softly, congratulating himself silently. He walked over and opened the door, closing his eyes as a blast of sand caught him in the face. With his eyes still closed, he stepped out of the ship . . . and fell ten feet to the sand below.
"Crap!" he cursed, spit sand out of his mouth, and sat up. That explained his problem. He had landed on some sort of bridge and had fallen off the edge.
"Just my luck," he muttered and dusted himself off. The planet was even worse than what it looked from outer space. There must have been a war going on because there were scorch marks where bombs had fallen.
The young wolf started walking. It was terribly hot and the only thing he had to wear was a long robe. He was tempted for a second to just take it off, but he had no idea if there might be someone around. So he just kept walking in the blustering heat.
His fears seemed to be unfounded because the only thing to greet him were some odd, prickly-looking plants and some burned out ships. There was absolutely nothing there.
"Damn Bushido Senshi! Why do I have to go looking for'em?" he muttered. It really wasn't fair. Sensei had told him nothing of what they looked like, how old they were, or even where to start. All that he knew was that they were some kids, each born with some super power.
Not a whole lot to go by.
Zahon closed his eyes and walked at a slow, even pace. It was getting dark, which meant he was going to have to stay the night here, if not longer. First, though, he needed to find some sort of shelter.
He looked back at Teardrop and realized he could no longer see it. He cursed himself for walking so far without noticing it. The wolf growled and looked ahead, his sensitive eyes scanning the landscape.
There, around a hundred meters away, stood some sort of temple. Giant statues of animals he could only guess at guarded the entrance. The wolf found it strange that such a structure would exist on a seemingly uninhabited planet. It was overgrown with vines, as if no one had been in it in ages.
Zahon walked in, brushing away the dead vegetation. A blast of cool air hit him, taking the youth by surprise. He looked around.
It was decorated quite beautifully on the inside, a sharp contrast of the outside's rundown appearance. Crimson sashes hung from the ceiling and complicated hieroglyphics covered the walls.
In the middle of the temple was a stone tablet. Zahon walked up to it and kneeled down beside it, studying it. On it, scratched into the stone in exquisite writing, was a poem:
In seven galaxies, torn by war,
Seven children will be born.
Orphaned by others' hate,
They themselves survived only by fate.
Warrior's gifts sent from heaven,
One sent to each of the seven.
Used to reclaim what is rightfully theirs,
Youths in worlds with so much despair.
The one of justice plays with fire,
Correcting sins that are most dire.
The child of courage is granted mystic sight,
Able to foresee things to make them right.
The youth of love is fair and true,
Speaks with mind and heart to you.
The one with wisdom has a mind so free,
This youth was granted the gift of speed.
The child of honor is strong of heart,
But strength of body sets this one apart.
The youth of spirit rules the sky,
For this young warrior has the power to fly.
And the child of hope heals all pain,
This greatest warrior is the evil one's bane.
These seven warriors, young as they are,
Their lives will be incredibly hard.
They must learn to fight, it is the only way,
That they have a chance to see a peaceful day.
Zahon Wolf took the poem in slowly. Was it talking about them, the Senshi? He touched the stone, feeling the carvings. To the side of each couplet speaking of the gifts was a symbol. He traced his finger over the one that was next to the one speaking of justice. It was the same one that he had on his arm.
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A few hours later...
The young wolf sat eating the rations he had in his pocket. It wasn't much, but it was the only thing he had at the moment. He was too tired to go back to Teardrop to get anything else.
Suddenly, a creaking noise came from a door on the opposite side of the room. Zahon sat up. Perhaps someone was here after all? Maybe he could get some fuel for his ship?
The wolf started to smile but stopped. Something just wasn't right. He felt a chill go down his spine, almost as if he could sense evil coming from that door. The young man stood up in apprehension, ready to defend himself.
"Awww . . . well hello, Koudou. It's been awhile," a cold, deep voice growled. The door swung open to reveal a pure black panther with an odd-looking mask covering his face.
Zahon's eyes widened in recognition as he remembered what happened over three years ago: was this the black panther that attacked his village?
"Who are you? What do you want?" he growled, none to calmly. The panther laughed.
"You mean you don't remember me?" he said, sounding hurt. "I remember you. Though I must say, you've gotten quite a bit bigger since I saw you at Kinto."
Zahon cringed at the mention of his old village, but stood his ground.
"You still don't remember me, Koudou? Well, this should refresh your memory . . ."
The panther removed his mask, showing a scar on his cheek, as if a laser had burned him. Zahon frowned as he thought back to that fateful day:
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In his mind, he returned to the time when he was fifteen-years-old. He was struggling against the aliens that were attacking his hometown. He put his hand up and fired a strong energy attack at one of the attackers, a black panther. It grazed the side of his head and burned a scar into his cheek.
In retaliation, the cat struck him, knocking his bo into the fire . . . That was when he had lost consciousness.
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Zahon looked at the panther in hatred and charged, powering up the biggest energy attack that he could afford. He fired it, aiming it directly at his enemy's head.
The cat looked at it in false interest. At the last second, he ducked and allowed the blast to fly over his head. Before he could do any more, though, the young wolf had grabbed his throat, knocking him backwards.
Zahon smiled at the panther cruelly. The panther laughed in return and pulled a small device resembling a phaser out of his pocket and pressed it to the boy's chest.
It was an odd sensation. It didn't really hurt, but he could feel himself getting weaker. The teenager grimaced and let go, dropping to his knees in the process.
"You still haven't learned, have you boy? I was expecting a better fight, brat."
Zahon started to stand up, but the panther pulled out a gun and pressed it to his temple. "Don't move."
Zahon looked over his shoulder to see the panther walk across the room, the gun still pointed at him. The enemy stooped down and looked at the legend with great interest. He laughed unexpectedly.
"What?" the wolf growled impatiently.
"We have spent years looking for this, and here you have found it for us!" the panther laughed, turning around and walking back towards Zahon. He grabbed the young wolf by the ear, digging his claws in and jerking the young man to his feet. "Now, let's not keep the others waiting!"
An explosion rocked the building quite suddenly. Taking the opportunity, Zahon dropped his paw to the side and formed a small energy ball, firing it into his captor's leg. The panther screamed in pain and dropped the gun.
The wolf stumbled back and fired another blast at the panther, this one missing as the cat limped quickly out of the room, mumbling something about "Damn Lylatians!"
Zahon followed him at about the same pace. As he rounded the corner, he immediately ducked back. There was a huge ship just outside of the temple. The panther limped into it and the door closed behind him and it took off.
Zahon then looked up into the sky to see the cause of the explosions. Barely visible through the sandstorm, something exploded in the sky, something that appeared to be a rectangular box about the same size as the planet itself. 'There was definately a war going on here,' he thought sullenly.
The young wolf sat down and watched the celestial fireworks. There was no way he was getting off this planet anytime soon.
'How do I get myself into these messes?'
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Author's notes: I wasn't even planning on doing a continuation of this particular story, but I decided to anyway. I hope you like it, Zahon.
The planet is copyrighted to Nintendo. You'll figure it out.
Author's note: This fanfic doesn't take place at the same time "A Sign of Courage" does. This is a bit further into the future, thus the lack of ships on the planet's surface.
The Lone Wolf: Part 2
The planet was quite barren, even more so than the one where the wolf had grown up. Duststorms swept the surface, giving a hazy, dark appearance. There were small shrubs littered around the ground, but it seemed to be the only lifeform that was there.
Zahon pulled the ship into what he hoped was a landing position. He had been flying through space for longer than he could remember and it was about out of fuel.
Teardrop touched down lightly. Zahon smiled softly, congratulating himself silently. He walked over and opened the door, closing his eyes as a blast of sand caught him in the face. With his eyes still closed, he stepped out of the ship . . . and fell ten feet to the sand below.
"Crap!" he cursed, spit sand out of his mouth, and sat up. That explained his problem. He had landed on some sort of bridge and had fallen off the edge.
"Just my luck," he muttered and dusted himself off. The planet was even worse than what it looked from outer space. There must have been a war going on because there were scorch marks where bombs had fallen.
The young wolf started walking. It was terribly hot and the only thing he had to wear was a long robe. He was tempted for a second to just take it off, but he had no idea if there might be someone around. So he just kept walking in the blustering heat.
His fears seemed to be unfounded because the only thing to greet him were some odd, prickly-looking plants and some burned out ships. There was absolutely nothing there.
"Damn Bushido Senshi! Why do I have to go looking for'em?" he muttered. It really wasn't fair. Sensei had told him nothing of what they looked like, how old they were, or even where to start. All that he knew was that they were some kids, each born with some super power.
Not a whole lot to go by.
Zahon closed his eyes and walked at a slow, even pace. It was getting dark, which meant he was going to have to stay the night here, if not longer. First, though, he needed to find some sort of shelter.
He looked back at Teardrop and realized he could no longer see it. He cursed himself for walking so far without noticing it. The wolf growled and looked ahead, his sensitive eyes scanning the landscape.
There, around a hundred meters away, stood some sort of temple. Giant statues of animals he could only guess at guarded the entrance. The wolf found it strange that such a structure would exist on a seemingly uninhabited planet. It was overgrown with vines, as if no one had been in it in ages.
Zahon walked in, brushing away the dead vegetation. A blast of cool air hit him, taking the youth by surprise. He looked around.
It was decorated quite beautifully on the inside, a sharp contrast of the outside's rundown appearance. Crimson sashes hung from the ceiling and complicated hieroglyphics covered the walls.
In the middle of the temple was a stone tablet. Zahon walked up to it and kneeled down beside it, studying it. On it, scratched into the stone in exquisite writing, was a poem:
In seven galaxies, torn by war,
Seven children will be born.
Orphaned by others' hate,
They themselves survived only by fate.
Warrior's gifts sent from heaven,
One sent to each of the seven.
Used to reclaim what is rightfully theirs,
Youths in worlds with so much despair.
The one of justice plays with fire,
Correcting sins that are most dire.
The child of courage is granted mystic sight,
Able to foresee things to make them right.
The youth of love is fair and true,
Speaks with mind and heart to you.
The one with wisdom has a mind so free,
This youth was granted the gift of speed.
The child of honor is strong of heart,
But strength of body sets this one apart.
The youth of spirit rules the sky,
For this young warrior has the power to fly.
And the child of hope heals all pain,
This greatest warrior is the evil one's bane.
These seven warriors, young as they are,
Their lives will be incredibly hard.
They must learn to fight, it is the only way,
That they have a chance to see a peaceful day.
Zahon Wolf took the poem in slowly. Was it talking about them, the Senshi? He touched the stone, feeling the carvings. To the side of each couplet speaking of the gifts was a symbol. He traced his finger over the one that was next to the one speaking of justice. It was the same one that he had on his arm.
* * * * * * * * *
A few hours later...
The young wolf sat eating the rations he had in his pocket. It wasn't much, but it was the only thing he had at the moment. He was too tired to go back to Teardrop to get anything else.
Suddenly, a creaking noise came from a door on the opposite side of the room. Zahon sat up. Perhaps someone was here after all? Maybe he could get some fuel for his ship?
The wolf started to smile but stopped. Something just wasn't right. He felt a chill go down his spine, almost as if he could sense evil coming from that door. The young man stood up in apprehension, ready to defend himself.
"Awww . . . well hello, Koudou. It's been awhile," a cold, deep voice growled. The door swung open to reveal a pure black panther with an odd-looking mask covering his face.
Zahon's eyes widened in recognition as he remembered what happened over three years ago: was this the black panther that attacked his village?
"Who are you? What do you want?" he growled, none to calmly. The panther laughed.
"You mean you don't remember me?" he said, sounding hurt. "I remember you. Though I must say, you've gotten quite a bit bigger since I saw you at Kinto."
Zahon cringed at the mention of his old village, but stood his ground.
"You still don't remember me, Koudou? Well, this should refresh your memory . . ."
The panther removed his mask, showing a scar on his cheek, as if a laser had burned him. Zahon frowned as he thought back to that fateful day:
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
In his mind, he returned to the time when he was fifteen-years-old. He was struggling against the aliens that were attacking his hometown. He put his hand up and fired a strong energy attack at one of the attackers, a black panther. It grazed the side of his head and burned a scar into his cheek.
In retaliation, the cat struck him, knocking his bo into the fire . . . That was when he had lost consciousness.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Zahon looked at the panther in hatred and charged, powering up the biggest energy attack that he could afford. He fired it, aiming it directly at his enemy's head.
The cat looked at it in false interest. At the last second, he ducked and allowed the blast to fly over his head. Before he could do any more, though, the young wolf had grabbed his throat, knocking him backwards.
Zahon smiled at the panther cruelly. The panther laughed in return and pulled a small device resembling a phaser out of his pocket and pressed it to the boy's chest.
It was an odd sensation. It didn't really hurt, but he could feel himself getting weaker. The teenager grimaced and let go, dropping to his knees in the process.
"You still haven't learned, have you boy? I was expecting a better fight, brat."
Zahon started to stand up, but the panther pulled out a gun and pressed it to his temple. "Don't move."
Zahon looked over his shoulder to see the panther walk across the room, the gun still pointed at him. The enemy stooped down and looked at the legend with great interest. He laughed unexpectedly.
"What?" the wolf growled impatiently.
"We have spent years looking for this, and here you have found it for us!" the panther laughed, turning around and walking back towards Zahon. He grabbed the young wolf by the ear, digging his claws in and jerking the young man to his feet. "Now, let's not keep the others waiting!"
An explosion rocked the building quite suddenly. Taking the opportunity, Zahon dropped his paw to the side and formed a small energy ball, firing it into his captor's leg. The panther screamed in pain and dropped the gun.
The wolf stumbled back and fired another blast at the panther, this one missing as the cat limped quickly out of the room, mumbling something about "Damn Lylatians!"
Zahon followed him at about the same pace. As he rounded the corner, he immediately ducked back. There was a huge ship just outside of the temple. The panther limped into it and the door closed behind him and it took off.
Zahon then looked up into the sky to see the cause of the explosions. Barely visible through the sandstorm, something exploded in the sky, something that appeared to be a rectangular box about the same size as the planet itself. 'There was definately a war going on here,' he thought sullenly.
The young wolf sat down and watched the celestial fireworks. There was no way he was getting off this planet anytime soon.
'How do I get myself into these messes?'
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Author's notes: I wasn't even planning on doing a continuation of this particular story, but I decided to anyway. I hope you like it, Zahon.
