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Chapter Two
Zinin quietly pulled a sword off the sword rack. It felt quite heavy in his little hands. He put it back. 'Perhaps a smaller one would be slightly better,' he thought. He looked for the smallest one and pulled it out. 'Perfect,' he thought. He carried it out into the yard. The full moon lit the sky quite brightly, and Zinin looked at all of the stars. 'I wonder what all of the little specks are?' he thought, 'Oh well, no point in wasting time. I ought to try to figure out how to use this thing before it's too late.' He heaved the sword into the air and began to wave it around. It suddenly seemed less perfect than it had earlier. The weight of it nearly pulled him over when he swung. He waved it around and tried to ignore the weight. Suddenly, he hit a tree. It put a dent into the bark and slightly into the wood itself. "Oops," he said outloud. Then, realizing that he had said that outloud, he said, "Oops," again at his mistake. His groaned to himself and began to wave it around some more. Soon, he was having so much fun waving it around that he didn't notice the sun beginning to come up. He had gotten up at about four o' clock, and that had been atleast an hour. He quickly rushed the sword back to it's place and ran inside to bed. He lay there, unable to get back to sleep until it was time to get up.
The small village where Zinin lived was named Kolima. He never knew what it meant, but it sounded kind of musical. Nobody had told him the name, but he had figured it out from listening to his father talking to his friends from around the village. It was apparently one of the smaller cities on the continent, but Zinin didn't know what that meant. Being, as he was, only four years old, he couldn't be expected to know much.
Zinin trained with the sword each morning before anyone else got up. By the next month, he was quite good at it. He was filled with joy when he heard Kyle ask, "Would you like me to teach you to fight with a sword, Zinin?" He quickly agreed, and they began training. "Wow, Zinin, it almost seems as though you had done this before," complemented Kyle as he practiced against him. Zinin laughed to himself at this complement but said nothing. He easily parried his father's next attack and then tried to kick him. Kyle hopped backwards easily, and thrust his sword forward. His son jumped to the side and tried again to kick him. This time, he suceeded and his foot slammed against his father's leg. Kyle gasped in pain and sheathed his sword. "Good job, Zinin," he said, "you're almost as good at Kalirn, and you've just started." Kalirn didn't know that Zinin had been practicing at night, so this made him mad. He wanted more than anything else to be better and more powerful than his brother. He wanted to be to be well liked. Althought Zinin didn't know that he had been adopted, Kalirn did. This was the only reason that he disliked him. Had he not been adopted, or he hadn't know that he was adopted, Kalirn might have actually liked Zinin.
One day, Kyle decided to have a little swordfight between Zinin and Kalirn. The older boy grinned to himself, and thought, 'Now's my chance to hurt him. Maybe not kill him, but hurt him.' Kyle had given both brothers their own swords and sheaths to call their own. Kalirn drew his sword and eyed his brother carefully. Zinin did the same, and they both watched each other, waiting for the other to attack first. Finally, Zinin sprang forwards, aiming at Kalirn's head. The older boy barely managed to dodge, and a bit of his dark hair fell to the ground. Zinin grinned at the lopsided state of his brother's hair, and then continued to fight. Kalirn leapt at, determined to leave his hair in a similar way, but Zinin was too quick. He put his sword up to block. The two swords smashed together with a loud noise, but neither was hurt. Again Kalirn went on the offensive, this time faking an attack on his brother's leg, and then going for the head. Zinin wasn't fooled, and was able to dodge the attack. Before Kalirn could recover, Zinin cut a little more from his hair. This made Kalirn even more angry, because he prized his hair greatly. He knew that Zinin prized his hair likewise, and the fact that he was losing his own, and his brother kept his, inspired him to try harder. He lunged forwards and managed to cut off about a centimeter. This may not seem like much, but it was enough to put Zinin into a rage. He began to slash wildly until Kyle finally stopped them. "That's enough," he said, "you both fought quite well, and I'm very proud. We may have to cut off a little of your hair to make it be even, though." Kalirn grumbled, but agreed. He walked next to his father, who cut it more evenly. Zinin then walked over and got his hair cut slightly too.
Zinin reached his hand up to feel his hair. It was much shorter now; barely past his ears. This annoyed him, but just thinking about his brother's hair, which was now even shorter, made him a bit happier.
Later that night, after Zinin had gone to bed, he heard his parents talking quietly in the other room. Kyle said, "I think Kalirn dislikes Zinin." His wife replied, "I don't think so, it just comes across that way." He heard his father sigh. "No," he replied, "He would do anything to hurt him. I think it's because he isn't his brother. He wants all of our attention." Zinin didn't know until this time that he had been adopted. His mother was speaking again. "Do you think we should tell him?" Zinin began to cry. He rushed out to his parents and grabbed his father's leg. "I'm not your son?" he asked. Kyle shook his head, sadly. "Your real parents were murdered when you were very little. We were good friends with them, and so we kept you. Kalirn was three years old then, so he remembers it." Zinin began to cry harder and rushed back to bed. His mother walked into the room and tried to comfort him, but he dug his face into the pillow and ignored her.
The next morning, Zinin got up to see Kalirn standing over his bed. His normally spiteful and arrogant brother was looking sad. He slowly said, "Zinin... I'm sorry for treating you unfairly. You may have been adopted, but I ought to love you like a brother. After all, you're the closest thing I have to a brother." Zinin replied, "I forgive you," as he had been tought by his parents.
Zinin fought Kalirn almost every day, but they never went for the other's head. They had both lost too much hair already, and feared attacking the other's hair would result in the loss of their own. Both children were quite talented with the sword, and their father said that they showed great potential. Kalirn no longer made rude remarks, but tried to compliment his younger brother as much as possible. Kyle would often sit watching them fight for hours. He told his wife that watching them was extremely entertaining, because they were both so good for their age, yet they were also quite small, and would sometimes make funny mistakes.
One day, Kalirn asked Zinin, "Did you know that I have special powers?" Zinin shook his head, and Kalirn arrogantly went on, "I have special powers, which are extremely powerful. I've never told anybody but you. Someday, I'm going to use these special powers and be the most powerful person ever!" Zinin shrugged, and went away, not thinking anything of it. However, the next time that they fought, Zinin realized that it was quite a serious matter. Kyle was inside, reading, and not paying any attention to the fight. Kalirn said to Zinin, "Stab your sword through my arm." Zinin refused. "I could never hurt my brother," he said. Kalirn sighed, and cut his arm with his own sword. "Now watch," he said, wiping up the crimson blood. When he moved his hand, the wound was closed. He laughed, but Zinin thought he had done some sort of trick. "You didn't actually heal it," he said, "It's still there." Kalirn shrugged, and said, "If you aren't convinced, watch this!" He raised his hand into the air and a nearby rock moved several inches into the ground, and then fell back down. Kalirn grinned at his younger brother. Zinin stared at the rock, and then at his brother. He said, "H-how did you do that?" Kalirn giggled, and replied, "I told you, I have special powers! Now don't tell anybody about this, because I want to keep it a secret. If it leaks out, everyone will want to see my powers, and I don't want them to. Besides, when I'm the most powerful warrior ever, and nobody knows I can do that, I'll be able to beat them up when I fight!" Kalirn began jumping up and down hugging himself. Zinin shook his head and asked himself, 'How does he do that? First I learn he's not my brother, and then I learn he's got special powers. How could this world get any weirder?'
Zinin thrust his sword at his brother, who easily blocked. Kalirn laughed. "Wathc this!" he said. Suddenly, he began to disappear, and an assortment of colorful lights replaced him. Zinin turned to see him standing at the door to the house. Zinin shrugged, and continued to fight. He fought hard, but in the end, Kalirn forced him to give up. "See?" he bragged, "I'm strong! Some day I'm going to be the most powerful-" Zinin cut him off. "You've said that already!" he shouted. Kalirn laughed. "Oh, you're right, I have!" he said happily. Zinin wished that he had special powers like his brother. If only he could somehow get them...
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Chapter Two
Zinin quietly pulled a sword off the sword rack. It felt quite heavy in his little hands. He put it back. 'Perhaps a smaller one would be slightly better,' he thought. He looked for the smallest one and pulled it out. 'Perfect,' he thought. He carried it out into the yard. The full moon lit the sky quite brightly, and Zinin looked at all of the stars. 'I wonder what all of the little specks are?' he thought, 'Oh well, no point in wasting time. I ought to try to figure out how to use this thing before it's too late.' He heaved the sword into the air and began to wave it around. It suddenly seemed less perfect than it had earlier. The weight of it nearly pulled him over when he swung. He waved it around and tried to ignore the weight. Suddenly, he hit a tree. It put a dent into the bark and slightly into the wood itself. "Oops," he said outloud. Then, realizing that he had said that outloud, he said, "Oops," again at his mistake. His groaned to himself and began to wave it around some more. Soon, he was having so much fun waving it around that he didn't notice the sun beginning to come up. He had gotten up at about four o' clock, and that had been atleast an hour. He quickly rushed the sword back to it's place and ran inside to bed. He lay there, unable to get back to sleep until it was time to get up.
The small village where Zinin lived was named Kolima. He never knew what it meant, but it sounded kind of musical. Nobody had told him the name, but he had figured it out from listening to his father talking to his friends from around the village. It was apparently one of the smaller cities on the continent, but Zinin didn't know what that meant. Being, as he was, only four years old, he couldn't be expected to know much.
Zinin trained with the sword each morning before anyone else got up. By the next month, he was quite good at it. He was filled with joy when he heard Kyle ask, "Would you like me to teach you to fight with a sword, Zinin?" He quickly agreed, and they began training. "Wow, Zinin, it almost seems as though you had done this before," complemented Kyle as he practiced against him. Zinin laughed to himself at this complement but said nothing. He easily parried his father's next attack and then tried to kick him. Kyle hopped backwards easily, and thrust his sword forward. His son jumped to the side and tried again to kick him. This time, he suceeded and his foot slammed against his father's leg. Kyle gasped in pain and sheathed his sword. "Good job, Zinin," he said, "you're almost as good at Kalirn, and you've just started." Kalirn didn't know that Zinin had been practicing at night, so this made him mad. He wanted more than anything else to be better and more powerful than his brother. He wanted to be to be well liked. Althought Zinin didn't know that he had been adopted, Kalirn did. This was the only reason that he disliked him. Had he not been adopted, or he hadn't know that he was adopted, Kalirn might have actually liked Zinin.
One day, Kyle decided to have a little swordfight between Zinin and Kalirn. The older boy grinned to himself, and thought, 'Now's my chance to hurt him. Maybe not kill him, but hurt him.' Kyle had given both brothers their own swords and sheaths to call their own. Kalirn drew his sword and eyed his brother carefully. Zinin did the same, and they both watched each other, waiting for the other to attack first. Finally, Zinin sprang forwards, aiming at Kalirn's head. The older boy barely managed to dodge, and a bit of his dark hair fell to the ground. Zinin grinned at the lopsided state of his brother's hair, and then continued to fight. Kalirn leapt at, determined to leave his hair in a similar way, but Zinin was too quick. He put his sword up to block. The two swords smashed together with a loud noise, but neither was hurt. Again Kalirn went on the offensive, this time faking an attack on his brother's leg, and then going for the head. Zinin wasn't fooled, and was able to dodge the attack. Before Kalirn could recover, Zinin cut a little more from his hair. This made Kalirn even more angry, because he prized his hair greatly. He knew that Zinin prized his hair likewise, and the fact that he was losing his own, and his brother kept his, inspired him to try harder. He lunged forwards and managed to cut off about a centimeter. This may not seem like much, but it was enough to put Zinin into a rage. He began to slash wildly until Kyle finally stopped them. "That's enough," he said, "you both fought quite well, and I'm very proud. We may have to cut off a little of your hair to make it be even, though." Kalirn grumbled, but agreed. He walked next to his father, who cut it more evenly. Zinin then walked over and got his hair cut slightly too.
Zinin reached his hand up to feel his hair. It was much shorter now; barely past his ears. This annoyed him, but just thinking about his brother's hair, which was now even shorter, made him a bit happier.
Later that night, after Zinin had gone to bed, he heard his parents talking quietly in the other room. Kyle said, "I think Kalirn dislikes Zinin." His wife replied, "I don't think so, it just comes across that way." He heard his father sigh. "No," he replied, "He would do anything to hurt him. I think it's because he isn't his brother. He wants all of our attention." Zinin didn't know until this time that he had been adopted. His mother was speaking again. "Do you think we should tell him?" Zinin began to cry. He rushed out to his parents and grabbed his father's leg. "I'm not your son?" he asked. Kyle shook his head, sadly. "Your real parents were murdered when you were very little. We were good friends with them, and so we kept you. Kalirn was three years old then, so he remembers it." Zinin began to cry harder and rushed back to bed. His mother walked into the room and tried to comfort him, but he dug his face into the pillow and ignored her.
The next morning, Zinin got up to see Kalirn standing over his bed. His normally spiteful and arrogant brother was looking sad. He slowly said, "Zinin... I'm sorry for treating you unfairly. You may have been adopted, but I ought to love you like a brother. After all, you're the closest thing I have to a brother." Zinin replied, "I forgive you," as he had been tought by his parents.
Zinin fought Kalirn almost every day, but they never went for the other's head. They had both lost too much hair already, and feared attacking the other's hair would result in the loss of their own. Both children were quite talented with the sword, and their father said that they showed great potential. Kalirn no longer made rude remarks, but tried to compliment his younger brother as much as possible. Kyle would often sit watching them fight for hours. He told his wife that watching them was extremely entertaining, because they were both so good for their age, yet they were also quite small, and would sometimes make funny mistakes.
One day, Kalirn asked Zinin, "Did you know that I have special powers?" Zinin shook his head, and Kalirn arrogantly went on, "I have special powers, which are extremely powerful. I've never told anybody but you. Someday, I'm going to use these special powers and be the most powerful person ever!" Zinin shrugged, and went away, not thinking anything of it. However, the next time that they fought, Zinin realized that it was quite a serious matter. Kyle was inside, reading, and not paying any attention to the fight. Kalirn said to Zinin, "Stab your sword through my arm." Zinin refused. "I could never hurt my brother," he said. Kalirn sighed, and cut his arm with his own sword. "Now watch," he said, wiping up the crimson blood. When he moved his hand, the wound was closed. He laughed, but Zinin thought he had done some sort of trick. "You didn't actually heal it," he said, "It's still there." Kalirn shrugged, and said, "If you aren't convinced, watch this!" He raised his hand into the air and a nearby rock moved several inches into the ground, and then fell back down. Kalirn grinned at his younger brother. Zinin stared at the rock, and then at his brother. He said, "H-how did you do that?" Kalirn giggled, and replied, "I told you, I have special powers! Now don't tell anybody about this, because I want to keep it a secret. If it leaks out, everyone will want to see my powers, and I don't want them to. Besides, when I'm the most powerful warrior ever, and nobody knows I can do that, I'll be able to beat them up when I fight!" Kalirn began jumping up and down hugging himself. Zinin shook his head and asked himself, 'How does he do that? First I learn he's not my brother, and then I learn he's got special powers. How could this world get any weirder?'
Zinin thrust his sword at his brother, who easily blocked. Kalirn laughed. "Wathc this!" he said. Suddenly, he began to disappear, and an assortment of colorful lights replaced him. Zinin turned to see him standing at the door to the house. Zinin shrugged, and continued to fight. He fought hard, but in the end, Kalirn forced him to give up. "See?" he bragged, "I'm strong! Some day I'm going to be the most powerful-" Zinin cut him off. "You've said that already!" he shouted. Kalirn laughed. "Oh, you're right, I have!" he said happily. Zinin wished that he had special powers like his brother. If only he could somehow get them...
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