Chapter 9
"Congratulations," Amy smiled, as Cassie and Sara told her about the match.
"I knew you two would give the judges a run for their money," David said as he stood in the kitchenette, making some tea for everyone.
Cassie smiled, but Sara was troubled. Whose voice did she hear in whisper in the back of her mind during the match? And why did she have the strangest feeling that whoever said those words, thought she had grown up? 'It's nothing,' Sara concluded, 'just the product of an overactive imagination and stress.'
David handed Amy a cup of tea, then handed Cassie and Sara a cup. When everyone finally took a seat, David sipped his tea, "I think Dais has been watching me while I'm practicing."
Cassie frowned, "What makes you think that?"
"As I was meditating," David began, "I had this feeling that someone was watching me. When I went to practice with my scythes, I felt that same feeling."
"Are you sure you were alone?" Amy asked.
"No, the Ancient One was with me," David replied.
"Maybe he was looking at your progress?" Sara said.
David looked at her, "when I'm around the Ancient One, I don't have a feeling of spine tingling oppression and heaviness."
Sara looked back at David, "Maybe you don't like people staring at you?"
David almost laughed, "I sing at clubs with my band back in San Francisco. I'm used to people staring at me. But even onstage, I don't get a spine tingling sensation from people looking at me."
Then Amy looked at David, "when you felt these things, did you hear a voice whisper in your mind?"
"No," David replied.
"Then it's probably a stressed out mind in a quiet area," Sara concluded, "nothing to worry about."
As the clock chimed 8 PM, Amy looked at her watch, "I'm going out tonight to get some clubbing clothes."
Cassie looked at Amy in a strange manner. When the Warrior of Spring saw the look on Cassie's face, she started to laugh, "I can't go to the club dressed in my everyday clothes, besides I need something more fashionable anyway."
"Just be careful," Sara warned her.
Amy patted her pocket and smiled, "I know how to defend myself," she laughed as she walked out the door.
'Nothing,' Amy thought as she walked from shop to shop, 'there's nothing here that's perking my interest.'
Amy sighed as she looked at her reflection in a shop window. What she saw was a 17-year-old girl with silver eyes, light brown hair, and lightly tanned skin. She wore a Miami Dolphins football jersey, a pair of lose fitting, baggy jeans, small silver hoop earring, a silver chain necklace with the silver-colored plastic ring that Miranda had given her on her seventh birthday, and a pair of white sneakers. In her waistband, concealed from the naked eye was a switchblade. Taped to her leg was a standard knife that was unnoticeable because her pants were so baggy, and in the right pocket of her pants was a slim handgun. Ever since she heard that voice whisper in her mind, she had armed herself like she was back on the streets of Miami, protecting her turf from unknown people. Amy was not in a gang, but the only reason she was out on the streets was to protect her family. Amy grew up in an area of Miami that was a mix of Caucasian, African American, and Cuban. Amy herself was Caucasian and Cuban, and because of that, she was easy to spot out and tease. And since the threat of violence was always near, Amy learned to fight. If the police couldn't save Miranda, then who would save her? 'You're thinking about the past,' Amy scolded herself, 'you have three new friends. And they need your protection. You might not have been able to save Miranda, but you can save these three.'
"Hello, my silver child," a male voice purred.
Amy swung around to see an unfamiliar man. He had long reddish-brown hair with bangs. He had split eyebrows of the same red-brown color. He had tan skin and blue-green eyes. For some odd reason, Amy knew who this man was, even though she had never seen him, "What are you doing here, Anubis?"
Anubis stepped forward and in that instant, Amy withdrew her switchblade, and put it in a fighting position, "don't come any closer, unless you want a scar on that pretty face."
Anubis smiled, "you have quite a temper."
"And what would your point be?" Amy asked, annoyed.
"You also have warrior reflexes," Anubis stated.
"So," Amy said, "what does that have to do with anything?"
Anubis smirked as he reached his hand toward the girl. Before Anubis could come close to Amy's hand, he felt something. Anubis withdrew his hand, noticing that the switchblade had cut him and that the wound had drawn blood, "very good," Anubis smiled, "you have no problem drawing first blood."
"Be thankful it was your hand, Nino," Amy smiled back, "that could have been your face."
Anubis just looked at Amy in shock; no one had ever used that tone of voice with him.
Amy looked Anubis straight in the eye, "why are you here?" She asked.
Anubis was impressed, very few people had the courage to stand up to him like this girl was doing, but what impressed him the most was the fact that this girl had dared to use a weapon on him. "I came for the heir to my armor," he said.
Amy smirked," And I'm supposed to be excited that some idiot wants to put me into a war."
"You are already in a war," Anubis stated.
"And look at all the trouble it's causing me," Amy snorted.
"It has also brought good," Anubis stated.
Amy looked at Anubis suspiciously, "what good can come out of war?"
"Many things," Anubis stated.
"Like what?" Amy said.
"The bond you share with your friends." Anubis replied, "You have a deeper bond with these three than anyone on the streets of your city," Anubis replied.
Amy narrowed her eyes as she lowered her blade, what exactly was weird boy getting at?
Anubis laughed at Amy's confusion, "you have much to learn. War does things to people. Bad things happen, but so do good things. If it were not for this war, you would have never bonded with your three new friends, you would have never met those five Ronin brats, and your would have never discovered your power."
"And what if I don't want this power?" Amy snapped.
"You have no choice," Anubis said unemotionally, "you are the chosen heir to the Armor of Cruelty. War changes you, even if you want it to or not. You have a power and you must decide on how to use it."
Amy looked at Anubis in shock; the Nino was smarter than he looked.
"I'm telling you the truth," Anubis told Amy, "but you must make the choice."
"And if I say no," Amy smirked.
"Then it is your choice," Anubis said, "but that doesn't mean that I can't kidnap you and force you to serve Talpa."
"Then what's stopping you from doing it right now?" Amy asked.
"I want to face you in fair and open combat, my silver child." Anubis stated flatly.
Amy's mouth almost dropped, fair and open combat? He had to be kidding.
Anubis looked at the sky; "I'll see you later." With that, Anubis kissed a very startled Amy. When Anubis pulled away from the kiss, he smiled, and immediately teleported back to the Dynasty Castle. Amy was in complete shock; no boy had even done that before. With a sigh, Amy walked home, thinking about what Anubis had told her. Amy was so confused that she care about clubbing clothes.
NOTES:
1. Nino is Spainish. It means "Boy".
"Congratulations," Amy smiled, as Cassie and Sara told her about the match.
"I knew you two would give the judges a run for their money," David said as he stood in the kitchenette, making some tea for everyone.
Cassie smiled, but Sara was troubled. Whose voice did she hear in whisper in the back of her mind during the match? And why did she have the strangest feeling that whoever said those words, thought she had grown up? 'It's nothing,' Sara concluded, 'just the product of an overactive imagination and stress.'
David handed Amy a cup of tea, then handed Cassie and Sara a cup. When everyone finally took a seat, David sipped his tea, "I think Dais has been watching me while I'm practicing."
Cassie frowned, "What makes you think that?"
"As I was meditating," David began, "I had this feeling that someone was watching me. When I went to practice with my scythes, I felt that same feeling."
"Are you sure you were alone?" Amy asked.
"No, the Ancient One was with me," David replied.
"Maybe he was looking at your progress?" Sara said.
David looked at her, "when I'm around the Ancient One, I don't have a feeling of spine tingling oppression and heaviness."
Sara looked back at David, "Maybe you don't like people staring at you?"
David almost laughed, "I sing at clubs with my band back in San Francisco. I'm used to people staring at me. But even onstage, I don't get a spine tingling sensation from people looking at me."
Then Amy looked at David, "when you felt these things, did you hear a voice whisper in your mind?"
"No," David replied.
"Then it's probably a stressed out mind in a quiet area," Sara concluded, "nothing to worry about."
As the clock chimed 8 PM, Amy looked at her watch, "I'm going out tonight to get some clubbing clothes."
Cassie looked at Amy in a strange manner. When the Warrior of Spring saw the look on Cassie's face, she started to laugh, "I can't go to the club dressed in my everyday clothes, besides I need something more fashionable anyway."
"Just be careful," Sara warned her.
Amy patted her pocket and smiled, "I know how to defend myself," she laughed as she walked out the door.
'Nothing,' Amy thought as she walked from shop to shop, 'there's nothing here that's perking my interest.'
Amy sighed as she looked at her reflection in a shop window. What she saw was a 17-year-old girl with silver eyes, light brown hair, and lightly tanned skin. She wore a Miami Dolphins football jersey, a pair of lose fitting, baggy jeans, small silver hoop earring, a silver chain necklace with the silver-colored plastic ring that Miranda had given her on her seventh birthday, and a pair of white sneakers. In her waistband, concealed from the naked eye was a switchblade. Taped to her leg was a standard knife that was unnoticeable because her pants were so baggy, and in the right pocket of her pants was a slim handgun. Ever since she heard that voice whisper in her mind, she had armed herself like she was back on the streets of Miami, protecting her turf from unknown people. Amy was not in a gang, but the only reason she was out on the streets was to protect her family. Amy grew up in an area of Miami that was a mix of Caucasian, African American, and Cuban. Amy herself was Caucasian and Cuban, and because of that, she was easy to spot out and tease. And since the threat of violence was always near, Amy learned to fight. If the police couldn't save Miranda, then who would save her? 'You're thinking about the past,' Amy scolded herself, 'you have three new friends. And they need your protection. You might not have been able to save Miranda, but you can save these three.'
"Hello, my silver child," a male voice purred.
Amy swung around to see an unfamiliar man. He had long reddish-brown hair with bangs. He had split eyebrows of the same red-brown color. He had tan skin and blue-green eyes. For some odd reason, Amy knew who this man was, even though she had never seen him, "What are you doing here, Anubis?"
Anubis stepped forward and in that instant, Amy withdrew her switchblade, and put it in a fighting position, "don't come any closer, unless you want a scar on that pretty face."
Anubis smiled, "you have quite a temper."
"And what would your point be?" Amy asked, annoyed.
"You also have warrior reflexes," Anubis stated.
"So," Amy said, "what does that have to do with anything?"
Anubis smirked as he reached his hand toward the girl. Before Anubis could come close to Amy's hand, he felt something. Anubis withdrew his hand, noticing that the switchblade had cut him and that the wound had drawn blood, "very good," Anubis smiled, "you have no problem drawing first blood."
"Be thankful it was your hand, Nino," Amy smiled back, "that could have been your face."
Anubis just looked at Amy in shock; no one had ever used that tone of voice with him.
Amy looked Anubis straight in the eye, "why are you here?" She asked.
Anubis was impressed, very few people had the courage to stand up to him like this girl was doing, but what impressed him the most was the fact that this girl had dared to use a weapon on him. "I came for the heir to my armor," he said.
Amy smirked," And I'm supposed to be excited that some idiot wants to put me into a war."
"You are already in a war," Anubis stated.
"And look at all the trouble it's causing me," Amy snorted.
"It has also brought good," Anubis stated.
Amy looked at Anubis suspiciously, "what good can come out of war?"
"Many things," Anubis stated.
"Like what?" Amy said.
"The bond you share with your friends." Anubis replied, "You have a deeper bond with these three than anyone on the streets of your city," Anubis replied.
Amy narrowed her eyes as she lowered her blade, what exactly was weird boy getting at?
Anubis laughed at Amy's confusion, "you have much to learn. War does things to people. Bad things happen, but so do good things. If it were not for this war, you would have never bonded with your three new friends, you would have never met those five Ronin brats, and your would have never discovered your power."
"And what if I don't want this power?" Amy snapped.
"You have no choice," Anubis said unemotionally, "you are the chosen heir to the Armor of Cruelty. War changes you, even if you want it to or not. You have a power and you must decide on how to use it."
Amy looked at Anubis in shock; the Nino was smarter than he looked.
"I'm telling you the truth," Anubis told Amy, "but you must make the choice."
"And if I say no," Amy smirked.
"Then it is your choice," Anubis said, "but that doesn't mean that I can't kidnap you and force you to serve Talpa."
"Then what's stopping you from doing it right now?" Amy asked.
"I want to face you in fair and open combat, my silver child." Anubis stated flatly.
Amy's mouth almost dropped, fair and open combat? He had to be kidding.
Anubis looked at the sky; "I'll see you later." With that, Anubis kissed a very startled Amy. When Anubis pulled away from the kiss, he smiled, and immediately teleported back to the Dynasty Castle. Amy was in complete shock; no boy had even done that before. With a sigh, Amy walked home, thinking about what Anubis had told her. Amy was so confused that she care about clubbing clothes.
NOTES:
1. Nino is Spainish. It means "Boy".