Chapter 2
Trouble in the Dynasty
Ok, well, now Rakella and Tyria are _both_ in the story. Interresant, non? Well, I'm typing this, because I'm bored and my internet is taking forever (it's my fault, but oh well.) Anyway, I'm so proud of myself, my typing's almost caught up to my roughs, in this fic at least. Kale is made to be _really_ stupid in my fics, I have strange inner feelings about his intelligence, but I mean no harm, I like Kale. Oh, weird thing about my view of the dynasty at any age you want, you can chose to do some ritual thing that'll stop you from aging. hence why ppl like kayura can be several thousand years old. By the way, before anyone starts complaining that I'm writing these stories just to add girls... i am! There were only two girls in all of what us american fans saw of ronin warriors. I'm no be sexist, I'm correcting sexism. Well, don't judge me, I'm trying. Enjoy!
"Kayura, how much further is it?"
"Kale, if you'd look where you're going, you'd notice that we're at the front gate." Dais, Sekhmet and I stop walking.
Kale looks back at me. "What?" then walks right into the metal door. He falls backwords and his head lands on Sekhmet's feet.
"What an idiot." Dais quips.
"Sekhmet, get him off your feet and drag him inside." I order grouchily.
"I'm not _touching_ him!"
"Just get him off your feet, I don't _care_ how!"
"Don't...care..." Sekhmet gets a mishevious glint in his eyes. He kicks Kale's head off of his feet.
I shake my head. I don't have the patience for this. I have a bad headache. I've been up too late too often of late.
That was a really repetitive sentence. Shows how tired I am.
The gate is opened by a squire. At the sight of the Warlords and I, he drops to one knee and immediatly bows his head.
"You may rise." I say. he hurries to his feet. He looks to be about five, but you never really know in the Dynasty.
"Please come in, Lady Kayura, and Warlords. Lord Keerthi has been awaiting your arrival."
"Thank you, young man. Where is he?"
"I'll lead you to him. this way, please."
I nod. the squire leads the way to an out-doors courtyard. He walks up to a wood veranda and knocks on the panel. The wood appears to be oak.
A young man stands up. He is broad shouldered and stout. He is a good foot taller than Lady Stryke. He has a rectangular face and sandy brown hair. He has light brown eyes. "Thank you, Kay. you can have your break now, old man."
This is Keerthi? He looks nothing like the petite, triangular-faced Tyria.
"Lady Kayura, Dais, Sekhmet and... where is Kale?"
"Sekhmet!" I growl. Dais snickers. "You left Kale outside?!"
"What did you expect me to do with him? Carry him here?" Sekhmet asks calmly.
"Well, yes! Especially since I asked you to!" I yell. This is very frustrating. I am not in the mood for the Warlords' foolery. "Now go and get him!"
"Yes, m'lady." Sekhmet turns and leaves, using his serpentine ability to blend in to surrounding objects to seemingly fade away into the rock structure.
"Left him outside?" Keerthi Stryke starts, "But how...?"
"Keerthi, I don't particularily want to..." I trail off. A warmth from my forehead proves the validity of my instinct. I look at Dais, the sign of piety glows on his forehead.
"Um,what's happening to your foreheads...?" Keerthi asks.
The warmth fades suddenly. "Sekhmet."
"And Kale." Dais adds.
"What's up?"
"They're in trouble. Come on, Dais, let's go."
"We should transform first."
"Right."
After we transform, Dais grabs his morning star. "Kayura, let's go."
"I'm comming too." Keerthi states. He pulls out a datchi from a hilt hidden in the veranda. "I'll show you the quickest way to the gate."
Keerthi runs off ahead of us.
With a blinding flash of white light, I appear in what seems to be a barren world, with a red sky. I hear a clang of metal against metal and I turn to face the sound.
My eyes widen.
What I see shocks me. Sekhmet and kale, two characters from my favorite anime TV show, or at least _real_ people who look a helluva lot like them, _with_ armors, fighting someone definitly not from the show, and, quite truthfully, sucking at it.
The strange woman (not like the warlord look-a-likes aren't strange) brings her flail (boy, I'm sure glad Morgan and Araya taught me about weapons) to Kale (or the person who _looks_ like Kale)'s neck. She pulls back to bring it to bear.
Instintivly, I leap, further than I ever have before, and plow into her.
Normally, such a move, especially with her armor, would hurt me more than her, but I have an armor too and it protects me as we tumble into 'Kale'.
I jump back several feet and she and 'Kale' stand. 'Kale' backs off to stand with 'Kayura', 'Dais' and 'Sekhmet'.
The woman leaps out at me, flail lashing forward.
I whip out my scythe blade and spin it in my hands, blocking her flail. She leaps back out of my reach so I can't counter-attack.
From behind her, 'Kayura' jumps into the air, in what looks like Anubis' armor of cruelty, and cries out, "Quake with Fear!"
Our mystery opponent disappears before the attack can hit and the chains dig into the ground.
'Sekhmet' steps forward, powering down to his under-armor simultaneously, "Whoever you are, we thank thee."
"Uh, ya. Ok. ...Are you Sekhmet?"
His snake-like eyes widen. "Yes. But how.."
"Holy shit, I'm in a cartoon!" I break out giggling. Kayura powers down.
"What is a cartoon?" Dais asks as he powers down.
"Morgan'll never believe this! Maybe Cartoon Network'll make a new season! By the way, how on earth do you power down?" At this, my armor leaves me in my clothes from school. "Oh. Cool!"
Kale is the next to speak, "And who are you?"
"I'm Rakella, an' I love the show!"
"The...Show?" Some dude I don't know says.
"Hey! That's a kick-ass question to ask Morg! Thanks!"
"What?"
"Never mind, I don't think you want to...what the hell?" my lower arms and legs begin to glow, followed by the rest of me. The world flushes out of view.
Rakella doesn't get a break, does she? Wait a minute, where're the Ronins... and the Prophecy...? I'll get to it, give me a chapter or two! Jeez, patience! C&C always appreciated. Ta!
Tyria
Trouble in the Dynasty
Ok, well, now Rakella and Tyria are _both_ in the story. Interresant, non? Well, I'm typing this, because I'm bored and my internet is taking forever (it's my fault, but oh well.) Anyway, I'm so proud of myself, my typing's almost caught up to my roughs, in this fic at least. Kale is made to be _really_ stupid in my fics, I have strange inner feelings about his intelligence, but I mean no harm, I like Kale. Oh, weird thing about my view of the dynasty at any age you want, you can chose to do some ritual thing that'll stop you from aging. hence why ppl like kayura can be several thousand years old. By the way, before anyone starts complaining that I'm writing these stories just to add girls... i am! There were only two girls in all of what us american fans saw of ronin warriors. I'm no be sexist, I'm correcting sexism. Well, don't judge me, I'm trying. Enjoy!
"Kayura, how much further is it?"
"Kale, if you'd look where you're going, you'd notice that we're at the front gate." Dais, Sekhmet and I stop walking.
Kale looks back at me. "What?" then walks right into the metal door. He falls backwords and his head lands on Sekhmet's feet.
"What an idiot." Dais quips.
"Sekhmet, get him off your feet and drag him inside." I order grouchily.
"I'm not _touching_ him!"
"Just get him off your feet, I don't _care_ how!"
"Don't...care..." Sekhmet gets a mishevious glint in his eyes. He kicks Kale's head off of his feet.
I shake my head. I don't have the patience for this. I have a bad headache. I've been up too late too often of late.
That was a really repetitive sentence. Shows how tired I am.
The gate is opened by a squire. At the sight of the Warlords and I, he drops to one knee and immediatly bows his head.
"You may rise." I say. he hurries to his feet. He looks to be about five, but you never really know in the Dynasty.
"Please come in, Lady Kayura, and Warlords. Lord Keerthi has been awaiting your arrival."
"Thank you, young man. Where is he?"
"I'll lead you to him. this way, please."
I nod. the squire leads the way to an out-doors courtyard. He walks up to a wood veranda and knocks on the panel. The wood appears to be oak.
A young man stands up. He is broad shouldered and stout. He is a good foot taller than Lady Stryke. He has a rectangular face and sandy brown hair. He has light brown eyes. "Thank you, Kay. you can have your break now, old man."
This is Keerthi? He looks nothing like the petite, triangular-faced Tyria.
"Lady Kayura, Dais, Sekhmet and... where is Kale?"
"Sekhmet!" I growl. Dais snickers. "You left Kale outside?!"
"What did you expect me to do with him? Carry him here?" Sekhmet asks calmly.
"Well, yes! Especially since I asked you to!" I yell. This is very frustrating. I am not in the mood for the Warlords' foolery. "Now go and get him!"
"Yes, m'lady." Sekhmet turns and leaves, using his serpentine ability to blend in to surrounding objects to seemingly fade away into the rock structure.
"Left him outside?" Keerthi Stryke starts, "But how...?"
"Keerthi, I don't particularily want to..." I trail off. A warmth from my forehead proves the validity of my instinct. I look at Dais, the sign of piety glows on his forehead.
"Um,what's happening to your foreheads...?" Keerthi asks.
The warmth fades suddenly. "Sekhmet."
"And Kale." Dais adds.
"What's up?"
"They're in trouble. Come on, Dais, let's go."
"We should transform first."
"Right."
After we transform, Dais grabs his morning star. "Kayura, let's go."
"I'm comming too." Keerthi states. He pulls out a datchi from a hilt hidden in the veranda. "I'll show you the quickest way to the gate."
Keerthi runs off ahead of us.
With a blinding flash of white light, I appear in what seems to be a barren world, with a red sky. I hear a clang of metal against metal and I turn to face the sound.
My eyes widen.
What I see shocks me. Sekhmet and kale, two characters from my favorite anime TV show, or at least _real_ people who look a helluva lot like them, _with_ armors, fighting someone definitly not from the show, and, quite truthfully, sucking at it.
The strange woman (not like the warlord look-a-likes aren't strange) brings her flail (boy, I'm sure glad Morgan and Araya taught me about weapons) to Kale (or the person who _looks_ like Kale)'s neck. She pulls back to bring it to bear.
Instintivly, I leap, further than I ever have before, and plow into her.
Normally, such a move, especially with her armor, would hurt me more than her, but I have an armor too and it protects me as we tumble into 'Kale'.
I jump back several feet and she and 'Kale' stand. 'Kale' backs off to stand with 'Kayura', 'Dais' and 'Sekhmet'.
The woman leaps out at me, flail lashing forward.
I whip out my scythe blade and spin it in my hands, blocking her flail. She leaps back out of my reach so I can't counter-attack.
From behind her, 'Kayura' jumps into the air, in what looks like Anubis' armor of cruelty, and cries out, "Quake with Fear!"
Our mystery opponent disappears before the attack can hit and the chains dig into the ground.
'Sekhmet' steps forward, powering down to his under-armor simultaneously, "Whoever you are, we thank thee."
"Uh, ya. Ok. ...Are you Sekhmet?"
His snake-like eyes widen. "Yes. But how.."
"Holy shit, I'm in a cartoon!" I break out giggling. Kayura powers down.
"What is a cartoon?" Dais asks as he powers down.
"Morgan'll never believe this! Maybe Cartoon Network'll make a new season! By the way, how on earth do you power down?" At this, my armor leaves me in my clothes from school. "Oh. Cool!"
Kale is the next to speak, "And who are you?"
"I'm Rakella, an' I love the show!"
"The...Show?" Some dude I don't know says.
"Hey! That's a kick-ass question to ask Morg! Thanks!"
"What?"
"Never mind, I don't think you want to...what the hell?" my lower arms and legs begin to glow, followed by the rest of me. The world flushes out of view.
Rakella doesn't get a break, does she? Wait a minute, where're the Ronins... and the Prophecy...? I'll get to it, give me a chapter or two! Jeez, patience! C&C always appreciated. Ta!
Tyria