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Chapter Four
Zinin was annoyed. His brother had already bragged to all of his friends, right in front of Zinin. He then said that his 'poor little brother' couldn't enter Collosso, because he was too wimpy. 'I'll show him,' thought Zinin. He watched his brother easily beat all of his friends in an arm wrestling competition. Then, an idea came to him. He said, "Kalirn, if you are so strong, let me arm wrestle you. If I win, you stop bragging, and you give me your dessert. If I lose, then you can brag all that you want and I'll give you my dessert tonight." Kalirn grinned. Cherry pie, his favorite dessert. He immediately agreed. Zinin grinned and sat down across the stump which they always used from his brother. He reached out his hand and grabbed his brother. Then, he cast mind read. 'I love cherry pie. After a beat Zinin, I'll get double! This is going to be so easy.' Zinin laughed quietly, and began to cough to cover it up. "Ready, go!" shouted one of the kids watching. Zinin held his hand in position, but didn't push his brother down. However his brother didn't push his hand down either. After several seconds of silence, Zinin asked, "What? I thought you were so strong, but you can't even push down your little brother's arm. Hah!" Kalirn snickered, and replied, "I'm not even trying. See, watch this!" He pushed harder, and Zinin did too. Neither moved their arms, except a little bit of back and forth. Finally, Kalirn put his entire strength into it, and Zinin began to go down. However, when he had nearly lost, he made a comeback. Kalirn laughed nervously. Zinin made no sound, but pushed harder. Suddenly, Kalirn's hand collapsed. "It was a tie," he said, "we have to start over now." Zinin glared at his brother. "I won fairly!" he said. "No you didn't," shouted his brother, "Mom!" After a little bit, Dora walked out to see what was going on. Both boys began talking at once. "I beat him and he says we have to start over," shouted Zinin. "Mom, we were arm-wrestling and I decided to start over and he says I cheated!" interupted Kalirn. Their mother stopped them. "Boys," she said, "I can only listen to one of you at the same time. Zinin. You tell me what happened." The younger boy replied, "Well, Kalirn was bragging so arrogantly about his winning Collosso-" Kalirn interupted, "Was not!" but his mother glared at him, so he shut up. "Anyway," continued Zinin, "I got sick of hearing him brag, so I told him that I'd arm-wrestle with him. We decided that the winner got the other's dessert, and that he could keep bragging if he won, but he had to stop if I won. So we started, and I won, but he says that he decided to quit and lost on purpose." Dora nodded. "Kalirn, what's your side of the story," she asked. Her older son replied, "Well, we agreed to arm-wrestle like he said. So we started to arm-wrestle, and I wasn't trying, and he wasn't trying. We each eventually tried harder, until I nearly had him. Then I decided to start over, so I stopped pushing. Zinin pushed my hand down, and claimed that he had won." Dora sighed. "One of you isn't telling the truth, but I'm more inclined to believe that Zinin won. You two aren't supposed to be betting, but Kalirn, I have noticed that you have been bragging a lot lately, so Zinin will get your dessert anyway." Kalirn stompted his foot on the ground, and Zinin grinned at him.
Kalirn looked at his sleeping brother. This was almost too easy. He raised his foot into the air and brought it down. He grinned, and headed back to bed.
The next morning, Kalirn woke up and heard voices. His mother was saying, "How could it have happened? I don't think Kalirn would do that. He doesn't much like him, but to kill him? Maybe he just choked on something." Kalirn gasped. He hadn't meant to kill his brother, only to hurt him. He climbed out of bed and walked into the next room. His mother and father sat next to Zinin. He wasn't breathing. Kyle picked up the body. It was still warm, but he wasn't breathing. Suddenly, a cough was heard. It was followed by several more coughs, and then reddish-pink goo flew out of Zinin's mouth. The young boy began to breath heavily. He said, "I had a strange dream. Somebody came into my room and kicked me, and then I started choking." He looked around, and realized that there was throwup on the floor. "Maybe it wasn't a dream," he said. His father set him down on the floor. Zinin looked around. "I'm going to go train," he said, "so if anyone wants me, I'll be out in the field over there," he pointed his hand towards the field where he always trained. He smiled, and left the room.
Zinin watched his whirlwind rip apart a bush. He smiled. "Kalirn could never master such an awesome power as I have," he said, mockingly. He drew his sword, and butchered another bush. Suddenly, Deimos appeared flying in front of him. Zinin laughed. "You scared me," he said. Deimos shook his head. "Kalirn!" he exclaimed. The djinn disappeared, and Zinin turned. His brother stood a ways off. "Hello," he said. Zinin replied, "Hi, is there something you want?" Kalirn shrugged. "Just wondering where that whirlwind came from," he replied. 'Rats,' thought Zinin, 'he knows.' Kalirn walked a little bit closer. "Zinin, do you have psynergy that you haven't told anyone about?" Zinin shrugged. "Wind storm," he replied. Kalirn laughed. "Wind storm, huh?" he replied, "How come it seems so peacefull now?" Zinin shrugged. "I guess it passed over us," he replied. 'He's not buying it,' thought Zinin. Kalirn shook his head. "I don't believe you," he replied. Zinin sighed. "Don't tell anybody. If you tell anyone, I'll stick my sword through your brain and whoever's brain you tell. You didn't know it, but I'm a lot stronger than you." Kalirn nervously began stepping backwards. That was the last thing he wanted; for his brother to have psynergy. 'Well, I guess I'll just have to take care of that,' he thought. Zinin hadn't read his mind.
Over the next few days, Zinin discovered a new technique. He called it plasma, and used it all the time. When he used plasma, a lightning bolt would come down and strike a certain area. It was quite powerful, and Kalirn didn't know about it. 'The more attacks that I get that Kalirn doesn't know about, the better,' he thought. He continued practicing every day, until his father said that he wanted both Kalirn and him to enter a martial arts tournament for kids. He demonstrated several different kicks and punches, and wished them luck. It was a small tournament. Only two other kids were entering besides them. It was held in Kolima, and therefore all four of the kids knew each other. One boy was fighting Kalirn. This was a frightening thought to him, although he was actually several years older. The other boy was eleven, and the thought of fighting a seven-year-old made him laugh. He thought for sure that he would win. As it was, Kalirn threw several kicks and punches and then his opponent gave up. Zinin's opponent, however, wasn't about to give up. He watched Zinin carefully, and finally threw a well-aimed punch at his stomach. Zinin was hit so hard that he did a backflip and bit his tongue. He opened his mouth and spit out a wad of blood, and then jumped into the air, kicking his opponent. The older boy was hit in the arm, and laughed at the weak attack. He punched Zinin again, this time on his left arm. The younger boy muttered, and threw one of his hardest punches into his opponent's chest. The other boy was surprised at the strength of such a little boy. He had never seen Zinin fight before, only heard from Kalirn. "You're better than your brother would admit," he said. Zinin thanked him, and aimed a kick at his leg. It hit on the knee, and the other boy fell down. Zinin took advantage of this time and kneed him in the stomach. "You don't have to give up," Zinin said. He remembered that the man who was holding the contest had said to fight until you give up or go unconcious. Zinin's opponent, unfortunately wanted to fight until he won or went unconious. He stood up and punched Zinin on the right arm. Zinin muttered and slammed his foot into the other boy. Finally, his opponent gave up. Zinin went to find his brother.
When Zinin found his brother, he was sitting under a tree by himself. "Kalirn," he said. His brother looked up. "Yeah?" he asked. Zinin continued, "If you don't use any psynergy, I won't either. Fair enough?" Kalirn nodded slowly.
Kalirn watched Zinin carefully. His younger brother seemed to be waiting for him to make the first move. "Kalirn," he said, "you get to attack first." Kalirn laughed and followed his command. He ran forward and tried to slam his fist into Zinin. His younger brother reached his hand up and grabbed his brother's fist. He then sent his other hand in in an attempt to win the battle quickly. His brother's hand shot out and grabbed it before it could get in. Then, Zinin let go of his brother's fist and before he could react, slammed his own fist into his brother's stomach. Kalirn gasped for breath and then kicked one of Zinin's legs out from under him. The boy tried to stand up, but his brother was holding him down by the arm. He reached up with his other hand and managed to wrench free. He lept to his feet, and kicked Kalirn in the face. A trickle of blood ran down from his brother's nose, and Zinin punched him in the stomach. The older boy fell down, but managed to get back up. Zinin knocked him down with his elbow, and this time Kalirn didn't get back up.
"I won a thousand coins!" exclaimed Zinin. His father smiled at him. "I never would have guessed that you could beat Kalirn. Maybe next year they'll let you into Collosso even though you'll only be eight. Or else maybe he wasn't trying his hardest," he said. Zinin grinned.
Kalirn was sitting under his favorite tree with his back to Zinin. "Kalirn," said Zinin. His brother turned to him. "What do you want?" he asked in an annoyed voice. "I thought maybe we could be friends. After all, we are both quite powerful, and if we were on the same team, we would be unstoppable!" Kalirn shrugged, stood up, and walked away.
Zinin stepped into the shop. The blacksmith looked up and smiled. "Hello, Zinin," he said, "I heard that you won the tournament. Congratulations!" The blacksmith had always been a good friend of Zinin's. The boy smiled at the man sitting on the floor. He was holding a sword and sharpening it. "Is there something I can do for you?" the man asked. Zinin nodded. "I want to buy something... but I don't know what. What all do you have?" he asked. The man gestured to a rack which was lined with swords. Below that rack were shields, and below that helmets. On the top rack were a couple sets of chainmail. Zinin looked over the items, and finally picked up a sword. He swung it around a couple of times, and asked, "How much is this one?" The blacksmith looked up. "That one is three hundred and fifty coins," he replied. Zinin nodded. "I'll take it," he said. He turned back to the shelf. He picked up a helmet. Too big. Zinin suddenly saw a helmet that looked perfect. He picked it up, and tried it on. "How much is this helmet?" he asked. "Two hundred coins even," the man replied. Zinin turned back to the shelf, and picked up a small set of chainmail. "And this is?" he questioned. The blacksmith sighed. "That's five hundred," he said. Zinin sighed. "I've only got four hundred and fifty coins left," he said, beginning to pay for the sword and helmet. The blacksmith stopped him. "It's yours for four hundred and fifty coins, since you're my friend." Zinin smiled and dumped his money onto the counter. "Thanks," he said, walking out of the shop.
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Ok: Zinin is a level eight Jupiter adept, and Kalirn is a level nine Venus adept, assuming you hadn't figured that out already :)
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Chapter Four
Zinin was annoyed. His brother had already bragged to all of his friends, right in front of Zinin. He then said that his 'poor little brother' couldn't enter Collosso, because he was too wimpy. 'I'll show him,' thought Zinin. He watched his brother easily beat all of his friends in an arm wrestling competition. Then, an idea came to him. He said, "Kalirn, if you are so strong, let me arm wrestle you. If I win, you stop bragging, and you give me your dessert. If I lose, then you can brag all that you want and I'll give you my dessert tonight." Kalirn grinned. Cherry pie, his favorite dessert. He immediately agreed. Zinin grinned and sat down across the stump which they always used from his brother. He reached out his hand and grabbed his brother. Then, he cast mind read. 'I love cherry pie. After a beat Zinin, I'll get double! This is going to be so easy.' Zinin laughed quietly, and began to cough to cover it up. "Ready, go!" shouted one of the kids watching. Zinin held his hand in position, but didn't push his brother down. However his brother didn't push his hand down either. After several seconds of silence, Zinin asked, "What? I thought you were so strong, but you can't even push down your little brother's arm. Hah!" Kalirn snickered, and replied, "I'm not even trying. See, watch this!" He pushed harder, and Zinin did too. Neither moved their arms, except a little bit of back and forth. Finally, Kalirn put his entire strength into it, and Zinin began to go down. However, when he had nearly lost, he made a comeback. Kalirn laughed nervously. Zinin made no sound, but pushed harder. Suddenly, Kalirn's hand collapsed. "It was a tie," he said, "we have to start over now." Zinin glared at his brother. "I won fairly!" he said. "No you didn't," shouted his brother, "Mom!" After a little bit, Dora walked out to see what was going on. Both boys began talking at once. "I beat him and he says we have to start over," shouted Zinin. "Mom, we were arm-wrestling and I decided to start over and he says I cheated!" interupted Kalirn. Their mother stopped them. "Boys," she said, "I can only listen to one of you at the same time. Zinin. You tell me what happened." The younger boy replied, "Well, Kalirn was bragging so arrogantly about his winning Collosso-" Kalirn interupted, "Was not!" but his mother glared at him, so he shut up. "Anyway," continued Zinin, "I got sick of hearing him brag, so I told him that I'd arm-wrestle with him. We decided that the winner got the other's dessert, and that he could keep bragging if he won, but he had to stop if I won. So we started, and I won, but he says that he decided to quit and lost on purpose." Dora nodded. "Kalirn, what's your side of the story," she asked. Her older son replied, "Well, we agreed to arm-wrestle like he said. So we started to arm-wrestle, and I wasn't trying, and he wasn't trying. We each eventually tried harder, until I nearly had him. Then I decided to start over, so I stopped pushing. Zinin pushed my hand down, and claimed that he had won." Dora sighed. "One of you isn't telling the truth, but I'm more inclined to believe that Zinin won. You two aren't supposed to be betting, but Kalirn, I have noticed that you have been bragging a lot lately, so Zinin will get your dessert anyway." Kalirn stompted his foot on the ground, and Zinin grinned at him.
Kalirn looked at his sleeping brother. This was almost too easy. He raised his foot into the air and brought it down. He grinned, and headed back to bed.
The next morning, Kalirn woke up and heard voices. His mother was saying, "How could it have happened? I don't think Kalirn would do that. He doesn't much like him, but to kill him? Maybe he just choked on something." Kalirn gasped. He hadn't meant to kill his brother, only to hurt him. He climbed out of bed and walked into the next room. His mother and father sat next to Zinin. He wasn't breathing. Kyle picked up the body. It was still warm, but he wasn't breathing. Suddenly, a cough was heard. It was followed by several more coughs, and then reddish-pink goo flew out of Zinin's mouth. The young boy began to breath heavily. He said, "I had a strange dream. Somebody came into my room and kicked me, and then I started choking." He looked around, and realized that there was throwup on the floor. "Maybe it wasn't a dream," he said. His father set him down on the floor. Zinin looked around. "I'm going to go train," he said, "so if anyone wants me, I'll be out in the field over there," he pointed his hand towards the field where he always trained. He smiled, and left the room.
Zinin watched his whirlwind rip apart a bush. He smiled. "Kalirn could never master such an awesome power as I have," he said, mockingly. He drew his sword, and butchered another bush. Suddenly, Deimos appeared flying in front of him. Zinin laughed. "You scared me," he said. Deimos shook his head. "Kalirn!" he exclaimed. The djinn disappeared, and Zinin turned. His brother stood a ways off. "Hello," he said. Zinin replied, "Hi, is there something you want?" Kalirn shrugged. "Just wondering where that whirlwind came from," he replied. 'Rats,' thought Zinin, 'he knows.' Kalirn walked a little bit closer. "Zinin, do you have psynergy that you haven't told anyone about?" Zinin shrugged. "Wind storm," he replied. Kalirn laughed. "Wind storm, huh?" he replied, "How come it seems so peacefull now?" Zinin shrugged. "I guess it passed over us," he replied. 'He's not buying it,' thought Zinin. Kalirn shook his head. "I don't believe you," he replied. Zinin sighed. "Don't tell anybody. If you tell anyone, I'll stick my sword through your brain and whoever's brain you tell. You didn't know it, but I'm a lot stronger than you." Kalirn nervously began stepping backwards. That was the last thing he wanted; for his brother to have psynergy. 'Well, I guess I'll just have to take care of that,' he thought. Zinin hadn't read his mind.
Over the next few days, Zinin discovered a new technique. He called it plasma, and used it all the time. When he used plasma, a lightning bolt would come down and strike a certain area. It was quite powerful, and Kalirn didn't know about it. 'The more attacks that I get that Kalirn doesn't know about, the better,' he thought. He continued practicing every day, until his father said that he wanted both Kalirn and him to enter a martial arts tournament for kids. He demonstrated several different kicks and punches, and wished them luck. It was a small tournament. Only two other kids were entering besides them. It was held in Kolima, and therefore all four of the kids knew each other. One boy was fighting Kalirn. This was a frightening thought to him, although he was actually several years older. The other boy was eleven, and the thought of fighting a seven-year-old made him laugh. He thought for sure that he would win. As it was, Kalirn threw several kicks and punches and then his opponent gave up. Zinin's opponent, however, wasn't about to give up. He watched Zinin carefully, and finally threw a well-aimed punch at his stomach. Zinin was hit so hard that he did a backflip and bit his tongue. He opened his mouth and spit out a wad of blood, and then jumped into the air, kicking his opponent. The older boy was hit in the arm, and laughed at the weak attack. He punched Zinin again, this time on his left arm. The younger boy muttered, and threw one of his hardest punches into his opponent's chest. The other boy was surprised at the strength of such a little boy. He had never seen Zinin fight before, only heard from Kalirn. "You're better than your brother would admit," he said. Zinin thanked him, and aimed a kick at his leg. It hit on the knee, and the other boy fell down. Zinin took advantage of this time and kneed him in the stomach. "You don't have to give up," Zinin said. He remembered that the man who was holding the contest had said to fight until you give up or go unconcious. Zinin's opponent, unfortunately wanted to fight until he won or went unconious. He stood up and punched Zinin on the right arm. Zinin muttered and slammed his foot into the other boy. Finally, his opponent gave up. Zinin went to find his brother.
When Zinin found his brother, he was sitting under a tree by himself. "Kalirn," he said. His brother looked up. "Yeah?" he asked. Zinin continued, "If you don't use any psynergy, I won't either. Fair enough?" Kalirn nodded slowly.
Kalirn watched Zinin carefully. His younger brother seemed to be waiting for him to make the first move. "Kalirn," he said, "you get to attack first." Kalirn laughed and followed his command. He ran forward and tried to slam his fist into Zinin. His younger brother reached his hand up and grabbed his brother's fist. He then sent his other hand in in an attempt to win the battle quickly. His brother's hand shot out and grabbed it before it could get in. Then, Zinin let go of his brother's fist and before he could react, slammed his own fist into his brother's stomach. Kalirn gasped for breath and then kicked one of Zinin's legs out from under him. The boy tried to stand up, but his brother was holding him down by the arm. He reached up with his other hand and managed to wrench free. He lept to his feet, and kicked Kalirn in the face. A trickle of blood ran down from his brother's nose, and Zinin punched him in the stomach. The older boy fell down, but managed to get back up. Zinin knocked him down with his elbow, and this time Kalirn didn't get back up.
"I won a thousand coins!" exclaimed Zinin. His father smiled at him. "I never would have guessed that you could beat Kalirn. Maybe next year they'll let you into Collosso even though you'll only be eight. Or else maybe he wasn't trying his hardest," he said. Zinin grinned.
Kalirn was sitting under his favorite tree with his back to Zinin. "Kalirn," said Zinin. His brother turned to him. "What do you want?" he asked in an annoyed voice. "I thought maybe we could be friends. After all, we are both quite powerful, and if we were on the same team, we would be unstoppable!" Kalirn shrugged, stood up, and walked away.
Zinin stepped into the shop. The blacksmith looked up and smiled. "Hello, Zinin," he said, "I heard that you won the tournament. Congratulations!" The blacksmith had always been a good friend of Zinin's. The boy smiled at the man sitting on the floor. He was holding a sword and sharpening it. "Is there something I can do for you?" the man asked. Zinin nodded. "I want to buy something... but I don't know what. What all do you have?" he asked. The man gestured to a rack which was lined with swords. Below that rack were shields, and below that helmets. On the top rack were a couple sets of chainmail. Zinin looked over the items, and finally picked up a sword. He swung it around a couple of times, and asked, "How much is this one?" The blacksmith looked up. "That one is three hundred and fifty coins," he replied. Zinin nodded. "I'll take it," he said. He turned back to the shelf. He picked up a helmet. Too big. Zinin suddenly saw a helmet that looked perfect. He picked it up, and tried it on. "How much is this helmet?" he asked. "Two hundred coins even," the man replied. Zinin turned back to the shelf, and picked up a small set of chainmail. "And this is?" he questioned. The blacksmith sighed. "That's five hundred," he said. Zinin sighed. "I've only got four hundred and fifty coins left," he said, beginning to pay for the sword and helmet. The blacksmith stopped him. "It's yours for four hundred and fifty coins, since you're my friend." Zinin smiled and dumped his money onto the counter. "Thanks," he said, walking out of the shop.
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Ok: Zinin is a level eight Jupiter adept, and Kalirn is a level nine Venus adept, assuming you hadn't figured that out already :)
Anyway, REVIEW! I need... 20 reviews for chapter 5! REVIEW!