Chapter one:"Alone"
The child's eyes widened as he heard the screams of his mother. He sprinted out of his bed and ran to his parents' room. He saw his mother, covered in blood, fall down before him. He looked down upon her, his eyes widened in shock. He looked up. A man with a massive, jagged sword stared down upon him. At the tip of his sword, drips of blood fell to the wooden floor. The man smiled at the boy.
"Hello there. What's your name?"
The man asked, his face devious.
"Y...you killed my mother..!"
The boy said, his voice breaking, tears filling his eyes.
The boy's father leaped from behind the man. The father was struck as well.The boy ran over to his father and knelt beside him.
"D...daddy?"
The boy said, trying to get his father to respond.
The boy continued to call out for his father, but there was no response. He looked up at the man who had just slain his mother and father.
"W...why did you do this?" The boy asked.
"...Your father owes me something, and he never gave it to me. He has paid with his life, and now I have what was mine from the start."
The man kneeled down to the boy's father, taking the pendant which hung from his neck. The dark man put the pendant in his pocket.
"Confused are you?...Don't worry. Your father will explain everything to you in hell!!"
The boy felt the cold steel of the sword pierce his flesh. Everything went dark.
The boy opened his eyes. He was in a hospitle bed, with a nurse by his bedside. The room was well-lit, and the walls were white. The boy had a large bandage around his waist.
"W...where am I?" The boy asked.
"You'll be okay...just rest..." The nurse replied.
"...Where are my mom and dad?" The boy asked.
"...they are dead...I'm sorry, we couldn't save them..." The nurse said morbidly.
The boy just cried. He didn't care about his pain in his stomach, or where he was, or who it was that killed his parents. But they were gone. He was all alone now.
"C...can you tell me your name?" The nurse asked.
"my name?...Zife." The boy replied.
8 years later...
The young man awoke again, in the same house he had been living in for 16 years. It was dark and shadowy, with no windows or blinds open. He walked over to the table in his room, picking up a glass of water. He drank, soothing the sore throat he caught over the weekend. He didn't have anyone to care for him, and even teens got sick once in awhile.
As he walked to the kitchen to fix his breakfast, he realized that he had woken up in the middle of the night. He looked at his watch. It was 2:00 A.M.
He decided that mayve it would be better to just stay awake. He wwalked over to the counter, heating up the stove and in the process making himself some bacon and eggs. He opened the window as he waited for them to cook. He lived on the edge of the "Floating City" Pandora. 9 years ago, Pandora was a massive land-colony. But there was an unknown incident which caused it to become immune to the gravitational pull of a planet. Pandora was held to the ground with strong chains made of gold. From where Zife was, he could see the hills and mountains, going off into the horizon. Stars were spread across the sky, and the moon was a massive pool of water, reflecting light onto Pandora.
Zife turned around, setting a table for just one. He sat down, quickly finishing his breakfast. As he finished, he looked at the picture of a younger him, his mother and father. They were all so happy together. Zife loved them so, more than anything in the world.
Zife had nothing else to do, so he went for a walk.
If Zife were a girl, it wouldn't have been such a good idea because this time of the night was especially dangerous, and who knows what kind of freaks would come out. Not to say that Zife didn't know how to defend himself. Every day, he continued to train himself harder and harder, waiting for that day...the day that he would meet...him.
Zife picked up the sword which he had been given since the day he was born. The blade was blue and the handle red. At the end of the handle, there was a golden jewel which shone brightly. Zife held the blade in his hands, loking down upon it. ("If only I could have used it...back then...") Zife thought.
Zife went out, looking around. He walked down a corridor of buildings. He didn't really know where he was going, but he had to kill 6 hours, and he wasn't about to stay inside doing nothing for that long.
There was a gang of boys who looked around Zife's age. There was a young, pretty, slender girl, wearing a dark purple shirt and skirt. She was carrying grocieries from the store. whom they were all surrounding.
"Hey babe, what you doin out so late?" One of them said.
"Yeah, you be a good little girl and come with us." Another boy added.
They all snickered as the first one grabbed her arm, as they dragged her down the alley.
The girl tried to escape, but the boys continued to take her with them. Zife was going to just turn around and ignore it. It wasn't his problem. Until he heard the blood-curling scream of the girl. It sounded so alike to that of his mother's, one he would never forget.
Zife turned around.
"YO!" Zife yelled. Two of them turned around, the others still dragging the girl doqn the alley, to what looked like a fairly large building.
"You talkin to us?" One of them said as he went up to Zife's face.
"What if I am?" Zife replied, staring the boy down.
The boy's haor was spiky and dyed red, wearing the signature sunglasses and leather jacket that his gang wore.
The other boys, still dragging the girl, turned around to see where their leader had gone.
"Let go of her!!" Zife ordered.
"Oh, Mr.Big-shot hero here to save the girl eh?" The other boy who had noticed Zife said, as he grabbed the girl and put his arm around her tightly.
Hows about a little kiss before the fun really starts?" The boy said as the girl looked at hgim in disgust and fear.
"I SAID GET YOUR DIRTY HAND OFF OF HER!!!!!"
Zife screamed as he ran up to the boy. The wily gang-member threw the girl aside and drew his chaain-whip. He lashed it out at Zife. Zife put his arm in front of his face, as the chain wrapped around it. Zife then swung the boy aside, turning his attention to the leader, who was running off with the girl.
"LET HER GO!!!" Zife yelled. The leader took no notice, running for the large builing at the end of the alley. The other gang memebers jumped in Zife's way.
"The hell you think you're goin?" The chain-wielding memeber said.
Zife lunged foward, giving the gang a few quick jabs to the face. They all wielded their weapons, swinging and attacking Zife. Zife loked around. He was being surrounded, he knew he would have to do somehting. He drew his sword, jumping up into the air.
He just floated there, as the boys looked up in disbelief. "Finishing Touch!!" Zife shouted.
A large tornado appeared, easily vanishsing the gang from his sight. Zife landed on his feet and ran after the leader. As Zife ran, he became fatigue. He shouldn't have used such an overwhelming attack, but it didn't matter, because he was breathing down on the leader's neck now. He lunged forward, tackling the leader, as the girl ran in the opposite direction, making a quick escape.
The leader pulled a bronze dagger from his pocket. He threw it at Zife, stabbing his upper-left shoulder area. Zife screamed in pain, clutching his wound with his hand, falling to his knees.
"Not so tough now eh?" The leader said as he walked up to Zife.
Zife drew his sword, pressing it against the leader's neck. "I...if you ever kay another hand on her, I swear I will kill you. I will kill you!" Zife said, throwing the leader to the ground. He got up, running off.
Zife fell once again to the floor. His pain was excruciating. He saw the girl walk up to him, kneeling over him.
"Thank you...you may have saved my life." She said as she smiled at him.
Zife acknowledged that he heard her, but didn't smile or say anything, his pain was too severe.
"Oh...you're hurt..." The girl said sympathetically.
"Here...let me help you."
She took Zife's hand off of the wound, pressing her own agaianst it. There was a green light, and then a flash. Zife's wound felt soothed and treated. Zife sat up, the girl still smiling at him.
"H...how did you do that?" Zife asked.
"I don't know...I've just always been able to, ever since I was little, I could heal my cuts and bruises whenever I was hurt, although it looks like I got to heal someone else today." She replied with a smile.
"They'll be back, this isn;t the first time..." The girl said.
Zife was still on the ground. He lifted himself to his feet.
"You mean they've done this before?" Zife asked.
"Yes...I although this is not the closest I have ever come to them doing...horrible things to me..." She said, her face full of fear.
"Hey, I'll walk you home." Zife said.
"Thanks, but, you don't have to." The girl replied.
"It's the least I could do after you what you've been through, and what you've done for me." Zife replied.
"Okay then...I didn't get your name..."
"Zife"
The girl laughed.
"What?" Zife asked as they began to walk back out of the alley.
"It's just a cute name, "Zife" she repeated, giggling.
"What about you?" Zife asked.
"Me? What, you like me or something?" She asked slyly.
Either way, my name is Reia. Nice to see someone who actually asks for my name instead of staring at me." Reia said.
"So...your parents let you go out this late?" Reia asked.
"I...have no family..." Zife replied.
"Oh? Howcome?" Reia asked.
"I'd...rather not talk about it." Zife said.
"How old are you?" Zife asked. Zife was trying to start some conversation, although he was failing miserably.
"I'm 16, and you?" Reia replied.
"Likewise."
"This is my house..." Reia said as they turned a corner.
"Why don't you come in? Maybe have some breakfast?" Reia asked.
"No thanks... I already ate." Zife said as he headed back for his house.
"...See you later?..." Reiea said.
Zife did not reply. He was almost sorry he had gotten involved. Now he was having feelings he had never had before...but what were they...?
The child's eyes widened as he heard the screams of his mother. He sprinted out of his bed and ran to his parents' room. He saw his mother, covered in blood, fall down before him. He looked down upon her, his eyes widened in shock. He looked up. A man with a massive, jagged sword stared down upon him. At the tip of his sword, drips of blood fell to the wooden floor. The man smiled at the boy.
"Hello there. What's your name?"
The man asked, his face devious.
"Y...you killed my mother..!"
The boy said, his voice breaking, tears filling his eyes.
The boy's father leaped from behind the man. The father was struck as well.The boy ran over to his father and knelt beside him.
"D...daddy?"
The boy said, trying to get his father to respond.
The boy continued to call out for his father, but there was no response. He looked up at the man who had just slain his mother and father.
"W...why did you do this?" The boy asked.
"...Your father owes me something, and he never gave it to me. He has paid with his life, and now I have what was mine from the start."
The man kneeled down to the boy's father, taking the pendant which hung from his neck. The dark man put the pendant in his pocket.
"Confused are you?...Don't worry. Your father will explain everything to you in hell!!"
The boy felt the cold steel of the sword pierce his flesh. Everything went dark.
The boy opened his eyes. He was in a hospitle bed, with a nurse by his bedside. The room was well-lit, and the walls were white. The boy had a large bandage around his waist.
"W...where am I?" The boy asked.
"You'll be okay...just rest..." The nurse replied.
"...Where are my mom and dad?" The boy asked.
"...they are dead...I'm sorry, we couldn't save them..." The nurse said morbidly.
The boy just cried. He didn't care about his pain in his stomach, or where he was, or who it was that killed his parents. But they were gone. He was all alone now.
"C...can you tell me your name?" The nurse asked.
"my name?...Zife." The boy replied.
8 years later...
The young man awoke again, in the same house he had been living in for 16 years. It was dark and shadowy, with no windows or blinds open. He walked over to the table in his room, picking up a glass of water. He drank, soothing the sore throat he caught over the weekend. He didn't have anyone to care for him, and even teens got sick once in awhile.
As he walked to the kitchen to fix his breakfast, he realized that he had woken up in the middle of the night. He looked at his watch. It was 2:00 A.M.
He decided that mayve it would be better to just stay awake. He wwalked over to the counter, heating up the stove and in the process making himself some bacon and eggs. He opened the window as he waited for them to cook. He lived on the edge of the "Floating City" Pandora. 9 years ago, Pandora was a massive land-colony. But there was an unknown incident which caused it to become immune to the gravitational pull of a planet. Pandora was held to the ground with strong chains made of gold. From where Zife was, he could see the hills and mountains, going off into the horizon. Stars were spread across the sky, and the moon was a massive pool of water, reflecting light onto Pandora.
Zife turned around, setting a table for just one. He sat down, quickly finishing his breakfast. As he finished, he looked at the picture of a younger him, his mother and father. They were all so happy together. Zife loved them so, more than anything in the world.
Zife had nothing else to do, so he went for a walk.
If Zife were a girl, it wouldn't have been such a good idea because this time of the night was especially dangerous, and who knows what kind of freaks would come out. Not to say that Zife didn't know how to defend himself. Every day, he continued to train himself harder and harder, waiting for that day...the day that he would meet...him.
Zife picked up the sword which he had been given since the day he was born. The blade was blue and the handle red. At the end of the handle, there was a golden jewel which shone brightly. Zife held the blade in his hands, loking down upon it. ("If only I could have used it...back then...") Zife thought.
Zife went out, looking around. He walked down a corridor of buildings. He didn't really know where he was going, but he had to kill 6 hours, and he wasn't about to stay inside doing nothing for that long.
There was a gang of boys who looked around Zife's age. There was a young, pretty, slender girl, wearing a dark purple shirt and skirt. She was carrying grocieries from the store. whom they were all surrounding.
"Hey babe, what you doin out so late?" One of them said.
"Yeah, you be a good little girl and come with us." Another boy added.
They all snickered as the first one grabbed her arm, as they dragged her down the alley.
The girl tried to escape, but the boys continued to take her with them. Zife was going to just turn around and ignore it. It wasn't his problem. Until he heard the blood-curling scream of the girl. It sounded so alike to that of his mother's, one he would never forget.
Zife turned around.
"YO!" Zife yelled. Two of them turned around, the others still dragging the girl doqn the alley, to what looked like a fairly large building.
"You talkin to us?" One of them said as he went up to Zife's face.
"What if I am?" Zife replied, staring the boy down.
The boy's haor was spiky and dyed red, wearing the signature sunglasses and leather jacket that his gang wore.
The other boys, still dragging the girl, turned around to see where their leader had gone.
"Let go of her!!" Zife ordered.
"Oh, Mr.Big-shot hero here to save the girl eh?" The other boy who had noticed Zife said, as he grabbed the girl and put his arm around her tightly.
Hows about a little kiss before the fun really starts?" The boy said as the girl looked at hgim in disgust and fear.
"I SAID GET YOUR DIRTY HAND OFF OF HER!!!!!"
Zife screamed as he ran up to the boy. The wily gang-member threw the girl aside and drew his chaain-whip. He lashed it out at Zife. Zife put his arm in front of his face, as the chain wrapped around it. Zife then swung the boy aside, turning his attention to the leader, who was running off with the girl.
"LET HER GO!!!" Zife yelled. The leader took no notice, running for the large builing at the end of the alley. The other gang memebers jumped in Zife's way.
"The hell you think you're goin?" The chain-wielding memeber said.
Zife lunged foward, giving the gang a few quick jabs to the face. They all wielded their weapons, swinging and attacking Zife. Zife loked around. He was being surrounded, he knew he would have to do somehting. He drew his sword, jumping up into the air.
He just floated there, as the boys looked up in disbelief. "Finishing Touch!!" Zife shouted.
A large tornado appeared, easily vanishsing the gang from his sight. Zife landed on his feet and ran after the leader. As Zife ran, he became fatigue. He shouldn't have used such an overwhelming attack, but it didn't matter, because he was breathing down on the leader's neck now. He lunged forward, tackling the leader, as the girl ran in the opposite direction, making a quick escape.
The leader pulled a bronze dagger from his pocket. He threw it at Zife, stabbing his upper-left shoulder area. Zife screamed in pain, clutching his wound with his hand, falling to his knees.
"Not so tough now eh?" The leader said as he walked up to Zife.
Zife drew his sword, pressing it against the leader's neck. "I...if you ever kay another hand on her, I swear I will kill you. I will kill you!" Zife said, throwing the leader to the ground. He got up, running off.
Zife fell once again to the floor. His pain was excruciating. He saw the girl walk up to him, kneeling over him.
"Thank you...you may have saved my life." She said as she smiled at him.
Zife acknowledged that he heard her, but didn't smile or say anything, his pain was too severe.
"Oh...you're hurt..." The girl said sympathetically.
"Here...let me help you."
She took Zife's hand off of the wound, pressing her own agaianst it. There was a green light, and then a flash. Zife's wound felt soothed and treated. Zife sat up, the girl still smiling at him.
"H...how did you do that?" Zife asked.
"I don't know...I've just always been able to, ever since I was little, I could heal my cuts and bruises whenever I was hurt, although it looks like I got to heal someone else today." She replied with a smile.
"They'll be back, this isn;t the first time..." The girl said.
Zife was still on the ground. He lifted himself to his feet.
"You mean they've done this before?" Zife asked.
"Yes...I although this is not the closest I have ever come to them doing...horrible things to me..." She said, her face full of fear.
"Hey, I'll walk you home." Zife said.
"Thanks, but, you don't have to." The girl replied.
"It's the least I could do after you what you've been through, and what you've done for me." Zife replied.
"Okay then...I didn't get your name..."
"Zife"
The girl laughed.
"What?" Zife asked as they began to walk back out of the alley.
"It's just a cute name, "Zife" she repeated, giggling.
"What about you?" Zife asked.
"Me? What, you like me or something?" She asked slyly.
Either way, my name is Reia. Nice to see someone who actually asks for my name instead of staring at me." Reia said.
"So...your parents let you go out this late?" Reia asked.
"I...have no family..." Zife replied.
"Oh? Howcome?" Reia asked.
"I'd...rather not talk about it." Zife said.
"How old are you?" Zife asked. Zife was trying to start some conversation, although he was failing miserably.
"I'm 16, and you?" Reia replied.
"Likewise."
"This is my house..." Reia said as they turned a corner.
"Why don't you come in? Maybe have some breakfast?" Reia asked.
"No thanks... I already ate." Zife said as he headed back for his house.
"...See you later?..." Reiea said.
Zife did not reply. He was almost sorry he had gotten involved. Now he was having feelings he had never had before...but what were they...?