A/N: I actually made this up for a school project, and my friend liked it
so much she asked me to post it. So, here you go. Enjoy!
Chapter 1: Nine Years Old
"Kotaishi, can you help me with Leilani please?" Toran left Leilani and headed towards our small hitaku. A hitaku is kinda like a kitchen on Earth.
"Yes, Toran," I said. "Toran" is Izaian for mommy.
Leilani is my little, half-chika (sister), but I love her like she was a full-blooded chika and Toran loves her like she was her hidaka (daughter). Our-Leilani's and my-mako (father) died in the civil war that has been going on since twenty years before I was born; and the wrong side was beginning to win. Leilani's birthtoraniko (birthmother) was murdered by a dark shadow, Zeldect, in a small village outside Manokð-(note the ð means eth in Latin) - one of the smaller cities, but still important. I was out scouting for food, because there's not much left since the war, when I found Leilani. She had been there for two days. When my toran got to where I had found her, we saw that Leilani was blind. Toran said that from the looks of it a darkness took her sight, only because it wanted to inflict harm; but they couldn't touch Leilani, so it blinded her instead. Since babies are pure, darknesses can't touch them. Since Leilani's toran died, my toran has been taking care of her. That was four years ago.
I walked over to where Leilani was sitting. She was groping for the little cloth doll that I had made her a week ago. Poor thing loved that doll dearly. She called it Ketene. I squatted down, picked up Ketene, and handed it to Leilani. She felt it and hugged it as tightly as possible. She held her hands out for me to hug her because she can't find us, and so I went to her. She stroked my spiked hair.
"Thank you, Chiko. What color is your hair?" she asked.
"Black," I answered.
"What color is my hair?"
I laughed, "Black."
"What does black look like?"
"It's what you see."
"How do you know what I see?"
"When I close my eyes that's what I can see also."
Leilani was silent. I stood up staring into her wide eyes. It was like she was there, but she wasn't, like some sort of dark blanket had been pulled over her eyes. Her little wings folded around her tiny body.
Leilani had been born with wings, but she hadn't learned to use them yet. Her toran was an Angliect. Angliects were peaceful and rarely fought, but they were powerful. Because they chose not to fight, Roganocts, a dangerous race, defeated by my mako destroyed their planet. My mako was a protector, the great Jectð. He saved what was left of the Angliects from the Roganocts all by himself. I admired him, although I vaguely remembered him.
"Toran," I said, "I'm going to train to become a Protector."
Toran stopped baking. She turned around. "Kotaishi, what makes you think you're going to do that?!"
"I want to find the antidote for Leilani's blindness." I couldn't stand the vagueness in her eyes. It ripped away at my heart. Her large purple eyes that looked too big for her head always looked at me with a sort of sadness in them that made you want to die instead of looking at them. It was like she was trapped in a dark place and had no way of getting out. She was the epitome of loneliness.
Toran walked over to me. She knelt down and put her hands on my shoulders. Tears swelled up in her eyes. "I know you want to help Leilani, but you don't even know where to look for a cure."
"You don't understand, Toran! I can't bear seeing her in that pitiful state anymore!" I ran to my room. My toran called after me, but I didn't acknowledge her. I knew there was no way that Toran would let me go, but I just had to become a Protector. That was the only way I could learn about certain cures and antidotes. People need to know these things now that the Zoracts (those who oppose the Uniki) have joined forces with the darkness. I packed what few things I had and jumped out the window. I was going to sign up.
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I walked into the Jectð Boot camp. It was the only camp I knew of. I stood at the signup desk. It was over my head. Some soldiers walked over to me.
"Excuse me," I said. They looked at me awkwardly. "Can you tell me where I can go to train to be a Protector?" They laughed.
One was still laughing when he said, "You need to see King Yuu for that!"
"Thanks," I said as I walked to the sidoko (Izaian for palace/castle). The sidoko wasn't too far from the camp.
Once I got there I stared in awe at how big and beautiful the sidoko was compared to our desolate land elsewhere. I walked up to the soldiers on duty.
"Excuse me. I'm here to see the king," I said.
"About what?" one soldier asked.
"I want to train to be a Protector."
The soldier turned around and waved. The doors to the inside of the sidoko opened. The soldier turned to face me. "This way," he said. I followed. We walked though several doors until we got to the throne room. I was amazed at everything. Large walls made of gold were decorated with beautiful silver engravings that told of the Yuu family line. I got to a wall that told of my mako. It even had a tapestry with his portrait on it. I stopped. I stared at his warm eyes with furrowed eyebrows that seemed to glow out through the tapestry. He had a cocky smile that made his whole complexion seem more relaxed. He was turned towards you except his body, which was faced sideways. His torn red cape blew in an invisible wind. He wore no shirt, but black leather bands twisted around his defined chest and abdominals until it met his thick, black, cloth belt, which carried your eyes down to his ripped pants as if something with large claws had scratched him. His long, large boots came all the way up until they were slightly above his knees. His right arm rested on the hilt of his sword. The sword was large, very large. It curved slightly upward and had gold engravings on it. It was odd, but we had the same hair, only his had a large orange piece that hung over his face with a secondary black one. I had two black ones. His was the sign of the Protector, which was backed up by the gold band around his neck and black-stoned earring on his left ear. Then, I saw that scar on his left eye. That's the way I remembered him.
I touched the tapestry as if I were trying to make sure it was real. The way I had remembered my mako was just as the picture portrayed him. Like it was his life story. Everyone knew him, but they never knew he had a son or a daughter. Only he knew. Toran said that he loved me and, at one time, I knew him. Not anymore. He was a drift in the faint memory of my childhood. I doubt he even knew about Leilani.
My hand was still on the tapestry when the soldier turned around.
"That was Jectð, the greatest Protector in the universe. Saved Izaia about a dozen times," he said. As if I didn't know my own mako.
"I know," I said a bit coldly, "He was my mako."
He smiled, "All children wish he were their mako." So I was right no one did know me. "But I was his friend," he continued, "and I know that he did have a son, Kotaishi. You'll soon be like your mako. I can tell." Perhaps a few people did know me. He signaled for me to keep moving.
We entered the throne room. King Yuu was sitting in a gold chair lined with silver and a great, black stone, a symbol of royalty, was placed above the throne. This was a kuortz stone.
"Your Highness, this child wishes to speak with you," the soldier said.
"On what terms?" the king asked.
"I wish to become a Protector," I said from behind the soldier.
"Come here, hido," he said. Hido is "boy."
I walked cautiously towards him.
"Who are you?" he asked.
"This child is Kotaishi, hidako of Jectð," the soldier said. He sounded a bit nervous.
"Jectð had no hidako," the king said. He said it like he was convinced that my mako had no hidako (son). Then King Yuu looked at me carefully. "What do you know about your mako?"
"I barely knew him, Majesty, and even if I did, he'd still be just a memory," I responded. It was the truth. I barely remembered him, but maybe it was because I didn't want to remember.
Chapter 1: Nine Years Old
"Kotaishi, can you help me with Leilani please?" Toran left Leilani and headed towards our small hitaku. A hitaku is kinda like a kitchen on Earth.
"Yes, Toran," I said. "Toran" is Izaian for mommy.
Leilani is my little, half-chika (sister), but I love her like she was a full-blooded chika and Toran loves her like she was her hidaka (daughter). Our-Leilani's and my-mako (father) died in the civil war that has been going on since twenty years before I was born; and the wrong side was beginning to win. Leilani's birthtoraniko (birthmother) was murdered by a dark shadow, Zeldect, in a small village outside Manokð-(note the ð means eth in Latin) - one of the smaller cities, but still important. I was out scouting for food, because there's not much left since the war, when I found Leilani. She had been there for two days. When my toran got to where I had found her, we saw that Leilani was blind. Toran said that from the looks of it a darkness took her sight, only because it wanted to inflict harm; but they couldn't touch Leilani, so it blinded her instead. Since babies are pure, darknesses can't touch them. Since Leilani's toran died, my toran has been taking care of her. That was four years ago.
I walked over to where Leilani was sitting. She was groping for the little cloth doll that I had made her a week ago. Poor thing loved that doll dearly. She called it Ketene. I squatted down, picked up Ketene, and handed it to Leilani. She felt it and hugged it as tightly as possible. She held her hands out for me to hug her because she can't find us, and so I went to her. She stroked my spiked hair.
"Thank you, Chiko. What color is your hair?" she asked.
"Black," I answered.
"What color is my hair?"
I laughed, "Black."
"What does black look like?"
"It's what you see."
"How do you know what I see?"
"When I close my eyes that's what I can see also."
Leilani was silent. I stood up staring into her wide eyes. It was like she was there, but she wasn't, like some sort of dark blanket had been pulled over her eyes. Her little wings folded around her tiny body.
Leilani had been born with wings, but she hadn't learned to use them yet. Her toran was an Angliect. Angliects were peaceful and rarely fought, but they were powerful. Because they chose not to fight, Roganocts, a dangerous race, defeated by my mako destroyed their planet. My mako was a protector, the great Jectð. He saved what was left of the Angliects from the Roganocts all by himself. I admired him, although I vaguely remembered him.
"Toran," I said, "I'm going to train to become a Protector."
Toran stopped baking. She turned around. "Kotaishi, what makes you think you're going to do that?!"
"I want to find the antidote for Leilani's blindness." I couldn't stand the vagueness in her eyes. It ripped away at my heart. Her large purple eyes that looked too big for her head always looked at me with a sort of sadness in them that made you want to die instead of looking at them. It was like she was trapped in a dark place and had no way of getting out. She was the epitome of loneliness.
Toran walked over to me. She knelt down and put her hands on my shoulders. Tears swelled up in her eyes. "I know you want to help Leilani, but you don't even know where to look for a cure."
"You don't understand, Toran! I can't bear seeing her in that pitiful state anymore!" I ran to my room. My toran called after me, but I didn't acknowledge her. I knew there was no way that Toran would let me go, but I just had to become a Protector. That was the only way I could learn about certain cures and antidotes. People need to know these things now that the Zoracts (those who oppose the Uniki) have joined forces with the darkness. I packed what few things I had and jumped out the window. I was going to sign up.
~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~: ~:~:~:~:~:~
I walked into the Jectð Boot camp. It was the only camp I knew of. I stood at the signup desk. It was over my head. Some soldiers walked over to me.
"Excuse me," I said. They looked at me awkwardly. "Can you tell me where I can go to train to be a Protector?" They laughed.
One was still laughing when he said, "You need to see King Yuu for that!"
"Thanks," I said as I walked to the sidoko (Izaian for palace/castle). The sidoko wasn't too far from the camp.
Once I got there I stared in awe at how big and beautiful the sidoko was compared to our desolate land elsewhere. I walked up to the soldiers on duty.
"Excuse me. I'm here to see the king," I said.
"About what?" one soldier asked.
"I want to train to be a Protector."
The soldier turned around and waved. The doors to the inside of the sidoko opened. The soldier turned to face me. "This way," he said. I followed. We walked though several doors until we got to the throne room. I was amazed at everything. Large walls made of gold were decorated with beautiful silver engravings that told of the Yuu family line. I got to a wall that told of my mako. It even had a tapestry with his portrait on it. I stopped. I stared at his warm eyes with furrowed eyebrows that seemed to glow out through the tapestry. He had a cocky smile that made his whole complexion seem more relaxed. He was turned towards you except his body, which was faced sideways. His torn red cape blew in an invisible wind. He wore no shirt, but black leather bands twisted around his defined chest and abdominals until it met his thick, black, cloth belt, which carried your eyes down to his ripped pants as if something with large claws had scratched him. His long, large boots came all the way up until they were slightly above his knees. His right arm rested on the hilt of his sword. The sword was large, very large. It curved slightly upward and had gold engravings on it. It was odd, but we had the same hair, only his had a large orange piece that hung over his face with a secondary black one. I had two black ones. His was the sign of the Protector, which was backed up by the gold band around his neck and black-stoned earring on his left ear. Then, I saw that scar on his left eye. That's the way I remembered him.
I touched the tapestry as if I were trying to make sure it was real. The way I had remembered my mako was just as the picture portrayed him. Like it was his life story. Everyone knew him, but they never knew he had a son or a daughter. Only he knew. Toran said that he loved me and, at one time, I knew him. Not anymore. He was a drift in the faint memory of my childhood. I doubt he even knew about Leilani.
My hand was still on the tapestry when the soldier turned around.
"That was Jectð, the greatest Protector in the universe. Saved Izaia about a dozen times," he said. As if I didn't know my own mako.
"I know," I said a bit coldly, "He was my mako."
He smiled, "All children wish he were their mako." So I was right no one did know me. "But I was his friend," he continued, "and I know that he did have a son, Kotaishi. You'll soon be like your mako. I can tell." Perhaps a few people did know me. He signaled for me to keep moving.
We entered the throne room. King Yuu was sitting in a gold chair lined with silver and a great, black stone, a symbol of royalty, was placed above the throne. This was a kuortz stone.
"Your Highness, this child wishes to speak with you," the soldier said.
"On what terms?" the king asked.
"I wish to become a Protector," I said from behind the soldier.
"Come here, hido," he said. Hido is "boy."
I walked cautiously towards him.
"Who are you?" he asked.
"This child is Kotaishi, hidako of Jectð," the soldier said. He sounded a bit nervous.
"Jectð had no hidako," the king said. He said it like he was convinced that my mako had no hidako (son). Then King Yuu looked at me carefully. "What do you know about your mako?"
"I barely knew him, Majesty, and even if I did, he'd still be just a memory," I responded. It was the truth. I barely remembered him, but maybe it was because I didn't want to remember.