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Chapter Five
"A son? What do you mean? How could he have a son! You were supposed to kill everyone in the house!" The man quivered. "I'm s-sorry, Master! I thought I had killed all of them!" A dark, cloaked figure stood eying the man who had failed his job. For several minutes he stood there, and finally he put one arm into the air. The man standing in front of him immediately burnt to ashes, and the dark figure ran down the hall.
Zinin showed his new sword and armor to his father. Kyle nodded and said, "Those are nice, Zinin," and returned to his book. The boy muttered. It seemed as though his father never paid any attention to him. He would only smile to try to be nice, but it annoyed Zinin.
"Prepare my horse!" shouted the cloaked figure. A young boy replied, "Master Xulkar, I just fed the horses and put them in their stables for the night. They may be asleep already." Xulkar stomped his foot, and the boy rushed off. Several minutes later, he returned with a large black horse. Xulkar lept onto his horse and rode off into the night.
Zinin lay in bed, thinking about different things. He thought about his parents, his psynergy, his brother's psynergy, and many other things. Although it was late, he couldn't get to sleep. He was exhausted from the day's work, which almost made it worse. He wasn't sleepy, but since he was tired and couldn't sleep, it made him grumpy. Finally, he climbed out of bed and went to the kitchen to get some food. There was no fire, but a little soup remained from their supper. Zinin got a wooden bowl and scooped himself some soup. It was some sort of bean and vegetable soup. The boy didn't like vegetables very much, but he took some anyway. 'Perhaps I'm just hungry,' he thought. He quickly ate the soup and walked back towards his bed.
Xulkar rode through the town. Nobody appeared to be awake, which was to his advantage. He looked around. Which house was the boy he came to murder living in? He decided on a house, and forced the lock open. Inside was completely dark, except for a candle. Xulkar gasped. There was a boy holding the candle. He had long violet hair, hanging almost to his waist. This was obviously the boy he was after. Xulkar drew his sword and approached the boy. He knew the boy had seen him, as he drew his own sword. "What do you want?" the boy asked. Xulkar replied, "I am Xulkar. Your father was a great friend of mine, until he opposed me. I decided to take over the world, but your father tried to stop me. For that reason, I had him killed. My pitiful assassin didn't bother to search the house for other survivors, and so he left you alive. I'll not hurt you if you will join me. Nor will I hurt you if you won't. I'll hurt something or someone you love." The boy replied, "My name is Zinin. Why would I join someone who murdered both of my parents? Had you let them fight you fairly, it wouldn't be so bad. I have heard from my adopted parents that at night my parents were alive, and in the morning they were dead. You killed them when they were sleeping. You... slime..." The boy was in tears. Xulkar laughed. "Soon, you'll have no parents," he said. With an evil grin, he practically floated across the floor into Zinin's parents room. The boy rushed after him, but it was too late. They were already burning. "You..." repeated Zinin over and over again. Xulkar laughed. "Yes, it's me. I think I'll burn your entire city while I'm at it." Zinin gasped. "Kalirn!" he called. His brother was already awake. Holding his sword, he rushed out to see his brother facing an evil-looking man. He charged towards him, but before he could attack, he was thrown backwards. Zinin tried also, but was thrown into the wall. Xulkar cackled, and walked out of the house.
Zinin looked around. 'Was it just a dream?' he asked himself. Then, he saw Kalirn lying nearby, his sword next to him. He quickly stood up and rushed into his parents room. They were dead. The boy started crying, which roused his brother. "Kalirn," he said, "they're dead!" Kalirn rushed into the room. There were his parents, dead. He rushed over to where the bag of money was kept. There were only about six thousand coins left, but it was better than nothing. He grabbed his brother's arm, and they rushed out the door. A terrible thing met there eyes: the city was burning. "No," said Zinin. "It can't be!" he shouted. He looked around, but Xulkar was nowhere around. Kalirn asked, "Who was that man?" His younger brother sobbed. "Apparently it was the murderer of my parents," he said. Suddenly, Kalirn began to stare at a body nearby. He cried, "No! It's Jason, he's dead!" Jason had been Kalirn's best friend for several years. Kalirn turned to his brother. "Come on, Zinin," he said, "we have to go." Zinin nodded, and rushed inside to collect his most valuable belongings.
The brothers trudged along. They had been walking all night long, and the sun was beginning to come up. Finally, Zinin saw a light ahead. "Kalirn!" he exclaimed, "I think it's a city tower, come on." Both boys rushed towards the light, and soon the tall city walls of a city were in sight. "I think we passed that city on the way to Collosso," said Kalirn, "it didn't seem so long then, because we were in a carriage." Zinin nodded as they entered the gates. They walked towards the inn, and opened the door. Kalirn rushed up to the innkeeper and said, breathing hard, "Kolima... has been destroyed!" The man had had a smile on his face, but it sank into a frown. His eyes grew wide and he said, "What? Destroyed?" Then he smiled again. "Haha," he replied, "I know that you're joking. A six-year-old and his little friend wouldn't come all the way from Kolima to tell me that! It's impossible that such little children could make it." Kalirn replied, "I'm nine, and I won Collosso. I'm not a weakling, and I could beat you up right now if I wanted." The man laughed. "You? Collosso? You surely know six-year-olds can't enter Collosso, so why even make up such a story?" Kalirn glared at him icily and said, "I told you, I'm nine, and my name is Kalirn. My brother and I are the only survivors of Kolima, and if you still don't believe that I won Collosso, look at this." Kalirn pulled out his money bag and showed the innkeeper his coins. The man smiled at the sight of the money and said, "So, will you be staying here?" Kalirn nodded. "That'll be fifteen coins apeice." Kalirn glared, and replied, "If it's fifteen coins each, why does the sign say five?" The man shrugged, and replied, "Silly me, you're right. Five and five is fifteen, so I got it mixed up." Zinin stepped up and said, "We aren't stupid. We know five and five is ten, so stop trying to cheat us." The man laughed nervously, and said, "Oh, you're right. Oops." He smiled, and took the coins Kalirn handed over.
"Kalirn," said Zinin. His brother replied, "Right here." Zinin continued, "Can we be friends now, since we're the only person each other's got?" After a short silence, Kalirn replied, "I suppose I have been a little bit rude to you." Zinin snorted quietly, but Kalirn didn't hear. "I guess we could be friends," he finished. Zinin smiled to himself as he began to drift off to sleep.
Kalirn pushed a clump of dark hair out of his face. He kept his hair a little bit shorter than his brother's. It hung down only to his shoulders. He waved his sword around a little bit, and then returned it to it's sheath. He saw Zinin standing nearby, arguing with an older boy. Kalirn laughed. If this turned into a fight, it was something he'd like to watch. He got his wish. Apparently, Zinin claimed that magic existed and the other boy said that it didn't. The other boy got angry at Zinin and punched him. He got to see magic all right. Zinin aimed a plasma near enough to the other boy to scare him, but not to actually hurt him. The other boy laughed. "Very convincing, but I'm not fooled," he said. Zinin replied, "You will be convinced after I'm done with you." He read his mind. "Your name is George, you are ten years old, and you moved here when you were five years old. You moved here from... Lunpa? I've never heard of that place before. A thieves hideout, is it?" Zinin laughed, and the other boy asked, "How did you do that?" Zinin shrugged, and replied, "I guess there is no such thing as magic, so I suppose that's a miracle, huh?" He cast plasma again, this time barely touching George. The older boy screached and ran off. Zinin turned to see that Kalirn was laughing hysterically. He walked over to his brother and suggested having some food. Kalirn quickly agreed and they headed towards the inn.
The two boys sat eating bread and drinking milk. Kalirn seemed much more hungry than Zinin. The younger of the two looked lost and confused. He stared at the ceiling. Finally, Kalirn finished eating and paid the innkeeper for the food. He returned to Zinin and said, "Come on, I'm done eating." Zinin looked surprised, and replied, "Oh, sorry. I was just thinking about Mom and Dad... Who do you suppose that Xulkar guy was?" Kalirn shrugged. "Probably just some evil person who has nothing better to do than kill innocent people," he replied. Zinin laughed. "That sounds about right," he answered.
"Come on, Kalirn! You're too slow!" Zinin shouted at his brother. They were racing around the city, and Zinin was winning. He laughed. Beating Kalirn was easy. Zinin came to a stop in front of the gates. "I win!" he shouted to his brother, who ran up right behind him. Kalirn jokingly acted angry. He put his hands into fists, and started glaring. However he couldn't stay like that for long, and soon began to laugh.
Zinin cast plasma, and watched the blue energy burn the ground. No more grass remained, as Zinin had been casting Plasma there for several days. He sighed. 'If only I could get another chance at that guy, surely I could beat him, and avenge my parents,' he thought. Just thining about his parents nearly made him cry. He struggled to fight back tears, and continued practicing his plasma. He would get Xulkar if he died trying.
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Yay! Chapter five, finally! Who is the mysterious "Xulkar?" Tune in after I get twenty five reviews to (maybe) find out!
Chapter Five
"A son? What do you mean? How could he have a son! You were supposed to kill everyone in the house!" The man quivered. "I'm s-sorry, Master! I thought I had killed all of them!" A dark, cloaked figure stood eying the man who had failed his job. For several minutes he stood there, and finally he put one arm into the air. The man standing in front of him immediately burnt to ashes, and the dark figure ran down the hall.
Zinin showed his new sword and armor to his father. Kyle nodded and said, "Those are nice, Zinin," and returned to his book. The boy muttered. It seemed as though his father never paid any attention to him. He would only smile to try to be nice, but it annoyed Zinin.
"Prepare my horse!" shouted the cloaked figure. A young boy replied, "Master Xulkar, I just fed the horses and put them in their stables for the night. They may be asleep already." Xulkar stomped his foot, and the boy rushed off. Several minutes later, he returned with a large black horse. Xulkar lept onto his horse and rode off into the night.
Zinin lay in bed, thinking about different things. He thought about his parents, his psynergy, his brother's psynergy, and many other things. Although it was late, he couldn't get to sleep. He was exhausted from the day's work, which almost made it worse. He wasn't sleepy, but since he was tired and couldn't sleep, it made him grumpy. Finally, he climbed out of bed and went to the kitchen to get some food. There was no fire, but a little soup remained from their supper. Zinin got a wooden bowl and scooped himself some soup. It was some sort of bean and vegetable soup. The boy didn't like vegetables very much, but he took some anyway. 'Perhaps I'm just hungry,' he thought. He quickly ate the soup and walked back towards his bed.
Xulkar rode through the town. Nobody appeared to be awake, which was to his advantage. He looked around. Which house was the boy he came to murder living in? He decided on a house, and forced the lock open. Inside was completely dark, except for a candle. Xulkar gasped. There was a boy holding the candle. He had long violet hair, hanging almost to his waist. This was obviously the boy he was after. Xulkar drew his sword and approached the boy. He knew the boy had seen him, as he drew his own sword. "What do you want?" the boy asked. Xulkar replied, "I am Xulkar. Your father was a great friend of mine, until he opposed me. I decided to take over the world, but your father tried to stop me. For that reason, I had him killed. My pitiful assassin didn't bother to search the house for other survivors, and so he left you alive. I'll not hurt you if you will join me. Nor will I hurt you if you won't. I'll hurt something or someone you love." The boy replied, "My name is Zinin. Why would I join someone who murdered both of my parents? Had you let them fight you fairly, it wouldn't be so bad. I have heard from my adopted parents that at night my parents were alive, and in the morning they were dead. You killed them when they were sleeping. You... slime..." The boy was in tears. Xulkar laughed. "Soon, you'll have no parents," he said. With an evil grin, he practically floated across the floor into Zinin's parents room. The boy rushed after him, but it was too late. They were already burning. "You..." repeated Zinin over and over again. Xulkar laughed. "Yes, it's me. I think I'll burn your entire city while I'm at it." Zinin gasped. "Kalirn!" he called. His brother was already awake. Holding his sword, he rushed out to see his brother facing an evil-looking man. He charged towards him, but before he could attack, he was thrown backwards. Zinin tried also, but was thrown into the wall. Xulkar cackled, and walked out of the house.
Zinin looked around. 'Was it just a dream?' he asked himself. Then, he saw Kalirn lying nearby, his sword next to him. He quickly stood up and rushed into his parents room. They were dead. The boy started crying, which roused his brother. "Kalirn," he said, "they're dead!" Kalirn rushed into the room. There were his parents, dead. He rushed over to where the bag of money was kept. There were only about six thousand coins left, but it was better than nothing. He grabbed his brother's arm, and they rushed out the door. A terrible thing met there eyes: the city was burning. "No," said Zinin. "It can't be!" he shouted. He looked around, but Xulkar was nowhere around. Kalirn asked, "Who was that man?" His younger brother sobbed. "Apparently it was the murderer of my parents," he said. Suddenly, Kalirn began to stare at a body nearby. He cried, "No! It's Jason, he's dead!" Jason had been Kalirn's best friend for several years. Kalirn turned to his brother. "Come on, Zinin," he said, "we have to go." Zinin nodded, and rushed inside to collect his most valuable belongings.
The brothers trudged along. They had been walking all night long, and the sun was beginning to come up. Finally, Zinin saw a light ahead. "Kalirn!" he exclaimed, "I think it's a city tower, come on." Both boys rushed towards the light, and soon the tall city walls of a city were in sight. "I think we passed that city on the way to Collosso," said Kalirn, "it didn't seem so long then, because we were in a carriage." Zinin nodded as they entered the gates. They walked towards the inn, and opened the door. Kalirn rushed up to the innkeeper and said, breathing hard, "Kolima... has been destroyed!" The man had had a smile on his face, but it sank into a frown. His eyes grew wide and he said, "What? Destroyed?" Then he smiled again. "Haha," he replied, "I know that you're joking. A six-year-old and his little friend wouldn't come all the way from Kolima to tell me that! It's impossible that such little children could make it." Kalirn replied, "I'm nine, and I won Collosso. I'm not a weakling, and I could beat you up right now if I wanted." The man laughed. "You? Collosso? You surely know six-year-olds can't enter Collosso, so why even make up such a story?" Kalirn glared at him icily and said, "I told you, I'm nine, and my name is Kalirn. My brother and I are the only survivors of Kolima, and if you still don't believe that I won Collosso, look at this." Kalirn pulled out his money bag and showed the innkeeper his coins. The man smiled at the sight of the money and said, "So, will you be staying here?" Kalirn nodded. "That'll be fifteen coins apeice." Kalirn glared, and replied, "If it's fifteen coins each, why does the sign say five?" The man shrugged, and replied, "Silly me, you're right. Five and five is fifteen, so I got it mixed up." Zinin stepped up and said, "We aren't stupid. We know five and five is ten, so stop trying to cheat us." The man laughed nervously, and said, "Oh, you're right. Oops." He smiled, and took the coins Kalirn handed over.
"Kalirn," said Zinin. His brother replied, "Right here." Zinin continued, "Can we be friends now, since we're the only person each other's got?" After a short silence, Kalirn replied, "I suppose I have been a little bit rude to you." Zinin snorted quietly, but Kalirn didn't hear. "I guess we could be friends," he finished. Zinin smiled to himself as he began to drift off to sleep.
Kalirn pushed a clump of dark hair out of his face. He kept his hair a little bit shorter than his brother's. It hung down only to his shoulders. He waved his sword around a little bit, and then returned it to it's sheath. He saw Zinin standing nearby, arguing with an older boy. Kalirn laughed. If this turned into a fight, it was something he'd like to watch. He got his wish. Apparently, Zinin claimed that magic existed and the other boy said that it didn't. The other boy got angry at Zinin and punched him. He got to see magic all right. Zinin aimed a plasma near enough to the other boy to scare him, but not to actually hurt him. The other boy laughed. "Very convincing, but I'm not fooled," he said. Zinin replied, "You will be convinced after I'm done with you." He read his mind. "Your name is George, you are ten years old, and you moved here when you were five years old. You moved here from... Lunpa? I've never heard of that place before. A thieves hideout, is it?" Zinin laughed, and the other boy asked, "How did you do that?" Zinin shrugged, and replied, "I guess there is no such thing as magic, so I suppose that's a miracle, huh?" He cast plasma again, this time barely touching George. The older boy screached and ran off. Zinin turned to see that Kalirn was laughing hysterically. He walked over to his brother and suggested having some food. Kalirn quickly agreed and they headed towards the inn.
The two boys sat eating bread and drinking milk. Kalirn seemed much more hungry than Zinin. The younger of the two looked lost and confused. He stared at the ceiling. Finally, Kalirn finished eating and paid the innkeeper for the food. He returned to Zinin and said, "Come on, I'm done eating." Zinin looked surprised, and replied, "Oh, sorry. I was just thinking about Mom and Dad... Who do you suppose that Xulkar guy was?" Kalirn shrugged. "Probably just some evil person who has nothing better to do than kill innocent people," he replied. Zinin laughed. "That sounds about right," he answered.
"Come on, Kalirn! You're too slow!" Zinin shouted at his brother. They were racing around the city, and Zinin was winning. He laughed. Beating Kalirn was easy. Zinin came to a stop in front of the gates. "I win!" he shouted to his brother, who ran up right behind him. Kalirn jokingly acted angry. He put his hands into fists, and started glaring. However he couldn't stay like that for long, and soon began to laugh.
Zinin cast plasma, and watched the blue energy burn the ground. No more grass remained, as Zinin had been casting Plasma there for several days. He sighed. 'If only I could get another chance at that guy, surely I could beat him, and avenge my parents,' he thought. Just thining about his parents nearly made him cry. He struggled to fight back tears, and continued practicing his plasma. He would get Xulkar if he died trying.
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Yay! Chapter five, finally! Who is the mysterious "Xulkar?" Tune in after I get twenty five reviews to (maybe) find out!