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Chapter One
A baby lay in his cradle, sleeping, but he didn't notice. The man looked around. Finally, he saw what he was looking for. Though it was dark, he was able to pick out a slightly opened door at the other side of the room. He slowly crept towards it. Quietly opening the door wider, he saw his target: a man and a woman. Soundlessly, he drew his sword and stabbed it through them. First the man, and then the woman. As if he hadn't done anything, the man left carefully.
The next morning, one of the boy's mother's friends came over to see how everything was. She knocked on the door, but got no answer. Again she knocked, this time louder. Finally, she gave up and opened the door. Baby Zinin lay in his cradle, awake, but silent. The lady walked past him and entered the back room. Zinin heard her scream, but didn't pay any attention to it. She rushed out of the room and picked him up. Zinin didn't know what was going on, but he didn't care. The lady breathlessly rushed out with him in her arms. Into the lady's house they went. "Kyle," she said. No answer. "Kyle!" she shouted. The old man slowly emerged from his room. "Kyle," she said again, "They've been murdered!" Kyle gasped. "Who, and what are you doing with baby Zinin?" he asked. "I don't know who did it!" she shouted. "Dora, I was asking who's been murdered," said Kyle, remaining calm. His wife began to scream and he couldn't understand what she was saying. Finally, she calmed down. "It was Zinin's parents!" she said. At this, three-year-old Kalirn walked out of the other room. "Mommy," he said, "Someone killed them." Dora nodded at her son and put her hand in his long, black hair. Kalirn looked at Zinin and laughed. "His hair, it purple!" he exclaimed. Quite truthfully, what little hair was on the small boy's head was purple. Dora said, "It's a sign that he will be a powerful warrior some day." Kalirn laughed, and waved around his stick. "I'll be powerful warrior too!" he shouted and began hitting the wall with the stick. Kyle, who had been silent all this time, finally said, "We'll have to keep him, and bring him up like our own son." Dora nodded and Kalirn began to laugh again. He rushed towards the baby in his mother's hands and began trying to hit him with the stick. Dora lifted Zinin above her head and said, "Now now, Kalirn. You don't have to treat your little brother so rudely." Kalirn repeated, "Brother... brother..."
One year later, Zinin was sitting in his chair at the table, eating quite messily, when he suddenly said, "Mama," At these words, Dora exclaimed, "Kyle! Did you hear that? He just said his first word!" Kalirn laughed. By this time, he was able to talk quite well. "Mother, he just said "Mama." I could talk before his age. I am an extordinary child." He began to grin very happily, but his mother said, "Kalirn, the word is extraordinary, not extordinary, so stop bragging. Nobody likes bragging children." At this the boy began to beat the table with his fists. Suddenly, his mother's class broke, and water spilled all over the table. "Kalirn! Look what you've done now!" she exclaimed. Kalirn tried to cover up a giggle, but failed. He stopped pounding on the table, however. A few seconds later, his father's glass broke. Water spilled all over the table and Kalirn began to giggle some more. Kyle said, "How did that happen? He stopped pounding on the table already." At this, Kalirn began giggling to himself some more. His mother grabbed a towel and began to soak up the water while Kyle carefully discarded the broken peices of glass. As soon as they were both seated again, Kalirn's glass fell over towards Dora. She got soaked, but Kalirn remained dry. "What is going on?" asked Kyle, upset. "Ma-ic!" exclaimed Kalirn, who appeared to be fully enjoying himself. His mother corrected him, "I believe you mean magic," she said. Kalirn happily nodded. "Magic!" said Zinin, quite clearly.
Zinin crawled across the floor to where his father sat reading. "Magic!" he shouted. Kyle nearly dropped the book. He hadn't seen Zinin approaching, and to suddenly hear him shouting in his ear frightened him. "Hello, Zinin," Kyle greeted. "Magic!" replied the boy. Kyle laughed, and returned to his book. Zinin crawled off to find his mother. "Mama," he said, "mama mama mama mama!" The boy seemed quite pleased with his ability to talk. Dora picked him up and set him on his feet. "It's time you learned to walk," she said. She held him up carefully, and moved one foot forwards. "Walk," she said. "Wok," replied Zinin. He put his other foot forwards and nearly fell backwards. His mother caught him. "Good try," she said, "Now try again." He put his other foot forwards and then his other. Suddenly, he was running across the room. After about ten steps, he fell to the ground. He happily stood back up and said, "Wok!"
The next year, Zinin could somewhat talk and had become and expert at walking. He was extremely energetic and liked to run. He had learned his brother's name, and many other names. Kalirn walked into the same room that he was in, and looked around. Neither of his parents were there, so he took advantage of the time. He walked over to his little brother, and slammed his fist into him as hard as he could. Zinin began to cry and hit him back. Kalirn ran off crying to his mother. "Zinin hit me! Zinin hit me!" he shouted. His mother came running. When she saw Zinin sitting on the floor crying, she said, "Kalirn, what did you do to Zinin to make him punch you?" Kalirn lied. "Nothing! He just punched me for no reason! Mommy, it's not fair can you punish him?" Dora walked over to Zinin and scooped him up. "Did he do something to you?" Zinin replied, "He hit me and I hit him back! He made it up that he didn't do anything. Well he did he hit me and it hurt!" He stopped talking and started crying. "Kalirn, you had better start making up better excuses or start telling the truth," said Dora. The boy stomped into another room. "Daddy," he said, "Mommy yelled at me!" Kyle was busy reading and didn't pay any attention to what he was saying, but to make him go away, he replied, "That's great, Kalirn." His son stomped his foot and shouted, "It's not great! I'm sick of getting yelled at!" Kyle turned to see what his son was talking about, but he had left.
Over the next year, Zinin and Kalirn both got much stronger. Kyle was an extremely strong hand-to-hand fighter, not to mention fair skill with a sword. He was determined that both his son and his adopted son would be strong too. He made them do pushups, situps, pullups, curls, and so forth. Kalirn took to it more naturally, but Zinin seemed unable to muster enough strength to push himself up more than ten times in a row. His situps however were quite different. He easily beat his brother by atleast fifteen pushups at a time. This only made Kalirn more angry at his brother. Ever since he had first come along, Kalirn had been angry. He wanted undivided attention from his parents, and he wasn't going to let his adopted brother get in the way. If Zinin was more physically fit than he, his own chances of being the favorite of his parents dropped even lower. Already it seemed to him that Zinin got far more attention than he. Kyle had a metal bar attached between his house and his neighbor's house, which his children used for pullups. In this category, both brothers did quite well. Kalirn averaged eight pullups at a time, whereas Zinin could only do six. This made Kalirn a little happier, but not much. His brother was in the way.
After about a month of training, Kyle began to teach Kalirn how to fight with a sword. He handed Kalirn a sword, who immediately grabbed it and became tense. "Loosen up, or you'll get worn out too soon," his father instructed him. Zinin watched sadly as his brother learned to swordfight. He figured it would be a while before he was able to. "Father," he said. Kalirn and Kyle turned to him. Zinin continued, "Can I learn to fight?" he asked. Kalirn felt a bit of fear that his brother would be better than he, but it died when his father replied, "Maybe next month, Zinin, keep working out." Zinin sighed and walked slowly back towards the pullup bar. Suddenly, an idea came to him. He rushed back to watch the training lesson, hoping to pick up as many pointers as he could. He would teach himself to fight, and he would be better than his brother.
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I hope you like this story better than my other one. I'm hoping to make it much better. REVIEW! In your review, guess what adept types each boy is. (Don't worry, I didn't make up any, just the normal, Mars, Venus, Jupiter, and Mercury.) Oh yeah, and I'm not going to post chapter two until I get five reviews! See ya in the next chapter!
Chapter One
A baby lay in his cradle, sleeping, but he didn't notice. The man looked around. Finally, he saw what he was looking for. Though it was dark, he was able to pick out a slightly opened door at the other side of the room. He slowly crept towards it. Quietly opening the door wider, he saw his target: a man and a woman. Soundlessly, he drew his sword and stabbed it through them. First the man, and then the woman. As if he hadn't done anything, the man left carefully.
The next morning, one of the boy's mother's friends came over to see how everything was. She knocked on the door, but got no answer. Again she knocked, this time louder. Finally, she gave up and opened the door. Baby Zinin lay in his cradle, awake, but silent. The lady walked past him and entered the back room. Zinin heard her scream, but didn't pay any attention to it. She rushed out of the room and picked him up. Zinin didn't know what was going on, but he didn't care. The lady breathlessly rushed out with him in her arms. Into the lady's house they went. "Kyle," she said. No answer. "Kyle!" she shouted. The old man slowly emerged from his room. "Kyle," she said again, "They've been murdered!" Kyle gasped. "Who, and what are you doing with baby Zinin?" he asked. "I don't know who did it!" she shouted. "Dora, I was asking who's been murdered," said Kyle, remaining calm. His wife began to scream and he couldn't understand what she was saying. Finally, she calmed down. "It was Zinin's parents!" she said. At this, three-year-old Kalirn walked out of the other room. "Mommy," he said, "Someone killed them." Dora nodded at her son and put her hand in his long, black hair. Kalirn looked at Zinin and laughed. "His hair, it purple!" he exclaimed. Quite truthfully, what little hair was on the small boy's head was purple. Dora said, "It's a sign that he will be a powerful warrior some day." Kalirn laughed, and waved around his stick. "I'll be powerful warrior too!" he shouted and began hitting the wall with the stick. Kyle, who had been silent all this time, finally said, "We'll have to keep him, and bring him up like our own son." Dora nodded and Kalirn began to laugh again. He rushed towards the baby in his mother's hands and began trying to hit him with the stick. Dora lifted Zinin above her head and said, "Now now, Kalirn. You don't have to treat your little brother so rudely." Kalirn repeated, "Brother... brother..."
One year later, Zinin was sitting in his chair at the table, eating quite messily, when he suddenly said, "Mama," At these words, Dora exclaimed, "Kyle! Did you hear that? He just said his first word!" Kalirn laughed. By this time, he was able to talk quite well. "Mother, he just said "Mama." I could talk before his age. I am an extordinary child." He began to grin very happily, but his mother said, "Kalirn, the word is extraordinary, not extordinary, so stop bragging. Nobody likes bragging children." At this the boy began to beat the table with his fists. Suddenly, his mother's class broke, and water spilled all over the table. "Kalirn! Look what you've done now!" she exclaimed. Kalirn tried to cover up a giggle, but failed. He stopped pounding on the table, however. A few seconds later, his father's glass broke. Water spilled all over the table and Kalirn began to giggle some more. Kyle said, "How did that happen? He stopped pounding on the table already." At this, Kalirn began giggling to himself some more. His mother grabbed a towel and began to soak up the water while Kyle carefully discarded the broken peices of glass. As soon as they were both seated again, Kalirn's glass fell over towards Dora. She got soaked, but Kalirn remained dry. "What is going on?" asked Kyle, upset. "Ma-ic!" exclaimed Kalirn, who appeared to be fully enjoying himself. His mother corrected him, "I believe you mean magic," she said. Kalirn happily nodded. "Magic!" said Zinin, quite clearly.
Zinin crawled across the floor to where his father sat reading. "Magic!" he shouted. Kyle nearly dropped the book. He hadn't seen Zinin approaching, and to suddenly hear him shouting in his ear frightened him. "Hello, Zinin," Kyle greeted. "Magic!" replied the boy. Kyle laughed, and returned to his book. Zinin crawled off to find his mother. "Mama," he said, "mama mama mama mama!" The boy seemed quite pleased with his ability to talk. Dora picked him up and set him on his feet. "It's time you learned to walk," she said. She held him up carefully, and moved one foot forwards. "Walk," she said. "Wok," replied Zinin. He put his other foot forwards and nearly fell backwards. His mother caught him. "Good try," she said, "Now try again." He put his other foot forwards and then his other. Suddenly, he was running across the room. After about ten steps, he fell to the ground. He happily stood back up and said, "Wok!"
The next year, Zinin could somewhat talk and had become and expert at walking. He was extremely energetic and liked to run. He had learned his brother's name, and many other names. Kalirn walked into the same room that he was in, and looked around. Neither of his parents were there, so he took advantage of the time. He walked over to his little brother, and slammed his fist into him as hard as he could. Zinin began to cry and hit him back. Kalirn ran off crying to his mother. "Zinin hit me! Zinin hit me!" he shouted. His mother came running. When she saw Zinin sitting on the floor crying, she said, "Kalirn, what did you do to Zinin to make him punch you?" Kalirn lied. "Nothing! He just punched me for no reason! Mommy, it's not fair can you punish him?" Dora walked over to Zinin and scooped him up. "Did he do something to you?" Zinin replied, "He hit me and I hit him back! He made it up that he didn't do anything. Well he did he hit me and it hurt!" He stopped talking and started crying. "Kalirn, you had better start making up better excuses or start telling the truth," said Dora. The boy stomped into another room. "Daddy," he said, "Mommy yelled at me!" Kyle was busy reading and didn't pay any attention to what he was saying, but to make him go away, he replied, "That's great, Kalirn." His son stomped his foot and shouted, "It's not great! I'm sick of getting yelled at!" Kyle turned to see what his son was talking about, but he had left.
Over the next year, Zinin and Kalirn both got much stronger. Kyle was an extremely strong hand-to-hand fighter, not to mention fair skill with a sword. He was determined that both his son and his adopted son would be strong too. He made them do pushups, situps, pullups, curls, and so forth. Kalirn took to it more naturally, but Zinin seemed unable to muster enough strength to push himself up more than ten times in a row. His situps however were quite different. He easily beat his brother by atleast fifteen pushups at a time. This only made Kalirn more angry at his brother. Ever since he had first come along, Kalirn had been angry. He wanted undivided attention from his parents, and he wasn't going to let his adopted brother get in the way. If Zinin was more physically fit than he, his own chances of being the favorite of his parents dropped even lower. Already it seemed to him that Zinin got far more attention than he. Kyle had a metal bar attached between his house and his neighbor's house, which his children used for pullups. In this category, both brothers did quite well. Kalirn averaged eight pullups at a time, whereas Zinin could only do six. This made Kalirn a little happier, but not much. His brother was in the way.
After about a month of training, Kyle began to teach Kalirn how to fight with a sword. He handed Kalirn a sword, who immediately grabbed it and became tense. "Loosen up, or you'll get worn out too soon," his father instructed him. Zinin watched sadly as his brother learned to swordfight. He figured it would be a while before he was able to. "Father," he said. Kalirn and Kyle turned to him. Zinin continued, "Can I learn to fight?" he asked. Kalirn felt a bit of fear that his brother would be better than he, but it died when his father replied, "Maybe next month, Zinin, keep working out." Zinin sighed and walked slowly back towards the pullup bar. Suddenly, an idea came to him. He rushed back to watch the training lesson, hoping to pick up as many pointers as he could. He would teach himself to fight, and he would be better than his brother.
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I hope you like this story better than my other one. I'm hoping to make it much better. REVIEW! In your review, guess what adept types each boy is. (Don't worry, I didn't make up any, just the normal, Mars, Venus, Jupiter, and Mercury.) Oh yeah, and I'm not going to post chapter two until I get five reviews! See ya in the next chapter!