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Chapter Eleven
"How did you come back alive?" asked Gaolik, "I thought for sure that you were dead." Zinin shrugged, and replied, "I don't know myself." Kalirn said, "I don't think he was human. I don't think any of them are." Gaolik replied, "Well, I know Xulkar is... As for the others, though, I don't know." Kalirn laughed. "You don't know? Did you not see him jump into the air?" Gaolik nodded. "I saw him jump, which surprised me, but some lemurians can do that." He ran towards a nearby tree and began to run up it, about five steps, before doing a backflip off of it. "There you have it," he said. Zinin grinned. "I want to try!" He rushed towards the tree and copied perfectly Gaolik's trick. Gaolik gasped. "It's almost as if you are a Lemurian. Or maybe you are...?" he said. "I don't think so," replied Zinin, "I don't even know where Lemuria is." Gaolik reminded him, "Xulkar seemed pretty intent on killing you. He usually doesn't just kill children for fun. And all of those assassins? He said if you were dead, Xulkar could become the most powerful warrior." Zinin gasped. "Who said that?" he asked. Gaolik nodded slowly, and said, "The man that you killed." Zinin shrugged, and said, "You don't suppose that means that I will be the most powerful warrior, does it?" Gaolik grinned, and said, "Let's keep going. There's a city along this way somewhere called Suhulla. We can sleep there tonight if we make it on time."
Late that night, the three friends walked into Suhulla. Kalirn was exhausted, but Zinin still felt fresh. Gaolik immediately rushed behind a house, and beckoned for the other two to come nearer. They did so, and he whispered, "They're here. All twelve of them. I saw them." Kalirn replied, also in a whisper, "The assassins?" Gaolik nodded. Zinin grinned, and said, "Well, then, what are we waiting for?" He unsheathed his sword quickly, but Gaolik stopped him. "There are twelve of them, not just one. Be careful!" He drew his own sword, and Kalirn did the same. Zinin looked around the corner, and whispered, "Watch this!" Purple energy flew from his hands into two of the black men. All twelve of them turned towards them. "Shoot," muttered Zinin. He leapt to his feet and slammed a huge energy ball into the first one. It flew threw him and hit the man behind him, too. They both disappeared in an explosion, slowing down the remaining ones. One of them laughed, and said, "So, you defeated our leader, did you? Well, we won't be quite as easy." He threw a dagger towards Zinin, who ducked to avoid it. "On the other hand," replied Zinin, "Defeating us won't be any easy task either." He ran towards a house and flipped off of it onto the roof of the house across from it. He then scrambled down the other side. Meanwhile, Kalirn and Gaolik defended themselves with their swords, casting psynergy attacks occasionally, and defending themselves. Zinin hurled an energy ball about ten inches in diameter over the house. He then rushed around to see that three more lay dead. "Seven more," he reminded himself. "Hey, stupid!" he shouted. All seven of them turned to him, and he grinned. Kalirn and Gaolik immediately slashed forwards, knocking down two more of the assassins. Zinin grinned, and melted them with wind energy. One of the remaining five said, "He is the one Xulkar wants..." Zinin grinned. "That's right," he shouted, "I'm the one he wants dead! Because I will kill him if I don't die!" With this he flipped off of a house, punching downwards while still upside down. One more man fell, and Zinin whirled, slashing another man down, and then Gaolik and Kalirn joined in. Within about five minutes, the other three were down. Zinin sheathed his sword, and destroyed the corpses with his wind energy. The three boys then headed towards inn, fairly worn out after a long day. They paid for three rooms and went immediately to their beds after eating a light dinner.
"What do you mean, the assassins failed?" screamed Xulkar in rage. The quivering man in front of him replied, "I've only just been told... by your djinn." Xulkar shrugged, and replied, "Who else is there that we could use..." He glanced around and finally grinned. "Djinni," he said. He snapped his fingers, and four djinni appeared in front of him, flying in the air. There was one of each of four colors: red, blue, brown, and purple. The brown one spoke first. "What is it, that you have called us to your aid?" Xulkar grinned. "There are three young warriors which I need you four to kill. There will be a reward. The purple one laughed. "I see in your mind. So they are children, are they? Why do you not kill them yourself, Xulkar?" Xulkar glared at the djinn and raised his hand into the air. "It is destined. I can not possibly destroy one of them. If ever I meet him in combat, no matter his status, I will be defeated, and he will live. Now. Will you accept my command?" The blue djinn smirked, and replied, "You say reward. By this, what is meant?" Xulkar grinned, a wicked look on his face. "I'll give you... anything you want," he replied, "Anything in my power." The red djinn, who had been quiet the entire time flew towards Xulkar. "It's a deal," he said. With that, all four djinni disappeared, leaving flashes of light according to their psynergy type behind them.
Zinin laughed as he flipped from rooftop to rooftop. Suddenly, he slammed into someone. He look down at the person he had hit, and said, "Oops, I'm sorry." He then backed up slightly to see who it was. In front of him stood a little boy with a mop of blood-red hair on his head. His eyes were a similar color, and he had a tiny black sheath hanging from an old looking leather belt at his side. "How'd you get up here?" he asked. The boy said nothing, but swayed slightly to the side. Zinin laughed. "Do you speak?" he asked. Again, the boy said nothing. He walked to the side of the roof and jumped off. Zinin gasped, knowing that it was a three story building. He doubted that the child had survived, as he didn't look to be more than four years old. He rushed to the side of the roof, to see that the boy stood unharmed on the ground. Zinin shrugged, and jumped down himself. He walked over to the boy and asked, "Are you an adept?" Again, the boy said nothing, but another boy walked out from behind a tree. His hair was a mop of violet, and his eyes the same color. Something seemed suspicious about the boys to Zinin, and so he followed, but at a distance. The second boy walked over to Zinin and said, "I'm sorry, he's my brother. He's mute, you see?" This boy was almost as tall as Zinin, and wore a similar belt to his brother, with the tiny sheath at the side. "We have two other brothers, you know?" he said. "We are all adepts, as you may have guessed, and have been watching you for a while. You are expert warriors, but we wanted to show you some other tricks!" A tall, muscular boy appearing about fifteen years of age leapt from a nearby rooftop and landed nearby to his brothers. He had long brown hair and eyes of such dark brown they were almost black. The violet-haired boy continued, "We are also skilled warriors. We always fight with knives, because swords seem too... dangerous." He grinned, and Zinin sighed. He walked forwards, and drew out his own knife which he always kept hidden behind his sword. "So, I'll get my friends, and you can teach us some tricks." He carefully entered the inn and got his friends. Quietly, he explained the situation and said that he didn't trust the boys. They walked outside quietly, just in time to hear a different voice saying, "I don't think they're buying it." They walked around the corner, and saw that a fourth boy had joined them. He looked around twelve years old, and Zinin guessed that he was the one who had said the last thing. However, when he talked it sounded quite differently. "Hello, friends. Don't be fooled by our sizes, I'm the most powerful fighter here." He stepped forwards and drew his knife. "I'll challenge any one of you," he said. Zinin shrugged, and stepped forwards. He held his knife forwards, but then let it back down. "Alright," he said, "but I prefer to use my sword." He sheathed his knife and drew his sword. Quickly, he rushed to the side and flipped off of the wall, landing with his sword pointed towards the red-haired boy. "What aren't we buying?" he asked. The boy laughed, and said, "So, you've figured us out?" He then drew his dagger as if he was going to attack Zinin, but instead plunged it into his heart. "Goodbye," he said. He fell to the ground, and lay still. Zinin, in obvious puzzlement, turned to the other three. Each one of them began to glow the color of their hair and eyes, and djinni of those colors replaced them. Zinin leapt forwards to attack, but the djinni dodged out of the way. "Watch out!" shouted Kalirn. Zinin turned just in time to see a red djinn flying towards him. He moved quickly out of the way, slashing towards it at the same time. Although his slash missed, so did the djinn. Deimos and Phobos materialized next to him, and he Zinin managed to hear the brown djinn mutter, "Shoot, they have djinn. Xulkar didn't tell us that." Phobos flew towards the brown djinn, and they whirled around each other, shooting psynergy and dodging. Deimos went for the red djinn, leaving the blue and purple ones to go after the three boys. Zinin suddenly started grinning, and energy flew from all ten of his fingertips and into the djinni. For several seconds energy streamed from his fingers, and then the djinni lay on the ground, holes burnt threw them. Zinin began panting hard, and collapsed to the ground. Gaolik and Kalirn rushed over, and Gaolik cast ply. "What was that?" he asked, more of a comment than an actual question. Zinin slowly stood up, and dusted himself off. "A voice came into my head, and told me to do that. I don't know what it was."
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Wow, two chapters in one day!
Chapter Eleven
"How did you come back alive?" asked Gaolik, "I thought for sure that you were dead." Zinin shrugged, and replied, "I don't know myself." Kalirn said, "I don't think he was human. I don't think any of them are." Gaolik replied, "Well, I know Xulkar is... As for the others, though, I don't know." Kalirn laughed. "You don't know? Did you not see him jump into the air?" Gaolik nodded. "I saw him jump, which surprised me, but some lemurians can do that." He ran towards a nearby tree and began to run up it, about five steps, before doing a backflip off of it. "There you have it," he said. Zinin grinned. "I want to try!" He rushed towards the tree and copied perfectly Gaolik's trick. Gaolik gasped. "It's almost as if you are a Lemurian. Or maybe you are...?" he said. "I don't think so," replied Zinin, "I don't even know where Lemuria is." Gaolik reminded him, "Xulkar seemed pretty intent on killing you. He usually doesn't just kill children for fun. And all of those assassins? He said if you were dead, Xulkar could become the most powerful warrior." Zinin gasped. "Who said that?" he asked. Gaolik nodded slowly, and said, "The man that you killed." Zinin shrugged, and said, "You don't suppose that means that I will be the most powerful warrior, does it?" Gaolik grinned, and said, "Let's keep going. There's a city along this way somewhere called Suhulla. We can sleep there tonight if we make it on time."
Late that night, the three friends walked into Suhulla. Kalirn was exhausted, but Zinin still felt fresh. Gaolik immediately rushed behind a house, and beckoned for the other two to come nearer. They did so, and he whispered, "They're here. All twelve of them. I saw them." Kalirn replied, also in a whisper, "The assassins?" Gaolik nodded. Zinin grinned, and said, "Well, then, what are we waiting for?" He unsheathed his sword quickly, but Gaolik stopped him. "There are twelve of them, not just one. Be careful!" He drew his own sword, and Kalirn did the same. Zinin looked around the corner, and whispered, "Watch this!" Purple energy flew from his hands into two of the black men. All twelve of them turned towards them. "Shoot," muttered Zinin. He leapt to his feet and slammed a huge energy ball into the first one. It flew threw him and hit the man behind him, too. They both disappeared in an explosion, slowing down the remaining ones. One of them laughed, and said, "So, you defeated our leader, did you? Well, we won't be quite as easy." He threw a dagger towards Zinin, who ducked to avoid it. "On the other hand," replied Zinin, "Defeating us won't be any easy task either." He ran towards a house and flipped off of it onto the roof of the house across from it. He then scrambled down the other side. Meanwhile, Kalirn and Gaolik defended themselves with their swords, casting psynergy attacks occasionally, and defending themselves. Zinin hurled an energy ball about ten inches in diameter over the house. He then rushed around to see that three more lay dead. "Seven more," he reminded himself. "Hey, stupid!" he shouted. All seven of them turned to him, and he grinned. Kalirn and Gaolik immediately slashed forwards, knocking down two more of the assassins. Zinin grinned, and melted them with wind energy. One of the remaining five said, "He is the one Xulkar wants..." Zinin grinned. "That's right," he shouted, "I'm the one he wants dead! Because I will kill him if I don't die!" With this he flipped off of a house, punching downwards while still upside down. One more man fell, and Zinin whirled, slashing another man down, and then Gaolik and Kalirn joined in. Within about five minutes, the other three were down. Zinin sheathed his sword, and destroyed the corpses with his wind energy. The three boys then headed towards inn, fairly worn out after a long day. They paid for three rooms and went immediately to their beds after eating a light dinner.
"What do you mean, the assassins failed?" screamed Xulkar in rage. The quivering man in front of him replied, "I've only just been told... by your djinn." Xulkar shrugged, and replied, "Who else is there that we could use..." He glanced around and finally grinned. "Djinni," he said. He snapped his fingers, and four djinni appeared in front of him, flying in the air. There was one of each of four colors: red, blue, brown, and purple. The brown one spoke first. "What is it, that you have called us to your aid?" Xulkar grinned. "There are three young warriors which I need you four to kill. There will be a reward. The purple one laughed. "I see in your mind. So they are children, are they? Why do you not kill them yourself, Xulkar?" Xulkar glared at the djinn and raised his hand into the air. "It is destined. I can not possibly destroy one of them. If ever I meet him in combat, no matter his status, I will be defeated, and he will live. Now. Will you accept my command?" The blue djinn smirked, and replied, "You say reward. By this, what is meant?" Xulkar grinned, a wicked look on his face. "I'll give you... anything you want," he replied, "Anything in my power." The red djinn, who had been quiet the entire time flew towards Xulkar. "It's a deal," he said. With that, all four djinni disappeared, leaving flashes of light according to their psynergy type behind them.
Zinin laughed as he flipped from rooftop to rooftop. Suddenly, he slammed into someone. He look down at the person he had hit, and said, "Oops, I'm sorry." He then backed up slightly to see who it was. In front of him stood a little boy with a mop of blood-red hair on his head. His eyes were a similar color, and he had a tiny black sheath hanging from an old looking leather belt at his side. "How'd you get up here?" he asked. The boy said nothing, but swayed slightly to the side. Zinin laughed. "Do you speak?" he asked. Again, the boy said nothing. He walked to the side of the roof and jumped off. Zinin gasped, knowing that it was a three story building. He doubted that the child had survived, as he didn't look to be more than four years old. He rushed to the side of the roof, to see that the boy stood unharmed on the ground. Zinin shrugged, and jumped down himself. He walked over to the boy and asked, "Are you an adept?" Again, the boy said nothing, but another boy walked out from behind a tree. His hair was a mop of violet, and his eyes the same color. Something seemed suspicious about the boys to Zinin, and so he followed, but at a distance. The second boy walked over to Zinin and said, "I'm sorry, he's my brother. He's mute, you see?" This boy was almost as tall as Zinin, and wore a similar belt to his brother, with the tiny sheath at the side. "We have two other brothers, you know?" he said. "We are all adepts, as you may have guessed, and have been watching you for a while. You are expert warriors, but we wanted to show you some other tricks!" A tall, muscular boy appearing about fifteen years of age leapt from a nearby rooftop and landed nearby to his brothers. He had long brown hair and eyes of such dark brown they were almost black. The violet-haired boy continued, "We are also skilled warriors. We always fight with knives, because swords seem too... dangerous." He grinned, and Zinin sighed. He walked forwards, and drew out his own knife which he always kept hidden behind his sword. "So, I'll get my friends, and you can teach us some tricks." He carefully entered the inn and got his friends. Quietly, he explained the situation and said that he didn't trust the boys. They walked outside quietly, just in time to hear a different voice saying, "I don't think they're buying it." They walked around the corner, and saw that a fourth boy had joined them. He looked around twelve years old, and Zinin guessed that he was the one who had said the last thing. However, when he talked it sounded quite differently. "Hello, friends. Don't be fooled by our sizes, I'm the most powerful fighter here." He stepped forwards and drew his knife. "I'll challenge any one of you," he said. Zinin shrugged, and stepped forwards. He held his knife forwards, but then let it back down. "Alright," he said, "but I prefer to use my sword." He sheathed his knife and drew his sword. Quickly, he rushed to the side and flipped off of the wall, landing with his sword pointed towards the red-haired boy. "What aren't we buying?" he asked. The boy laughed, and said, "So, you've figured us out?" He then drew his dagger as if he was going to attack Zinin, but instead plunged it into his heart. "Goodbye," he said. He fell to the ground, and lay still. Zinin, in obvious puzzlement, turned to the other three. Each one of them began to glow the color of their hair and eyes, and djinni of those colors replaced them. Zinin leapt forwards to attack, but the djinni dodged out of the way. "Watch out!" shouted Kalirn. Zinin turned just in time to see a red djinn flying towards him. He moved quickly out of the way, slashing towards it at the same time. Although his slash missed, so did the djinn. Deimos and Phobos materialized next to him, and he Zinin managed to hear the brown djinn mutter, "Shoot, they have djinn. Xulkar didn't tell us that." Phobos flew towards the brown djinn, and they whirled around each other, shooting psynergy and dodging. Deimos went for the red djinn, leaving the blue and purple ones to go after the three boys. Zinin suddenly started grinning, and energy flew from all ten of his fingertips and into the djinni. For several seconds energy streamed from his fingers, and then the djinni lay on the ground, holes burnt threw them. Zinin began panting hard, and collapsed to the ground. Gaolik and Kalirn rushed over, and Gaolik cast ply. "What was that?" he asked, more of a comment than an actual question. Zinin slowly stood up, and dusted himself off. "A voice came into my head, and told me to do that. I don't know what it was."
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Wow, two chapters in one day!