Thanks to all those who reviewed! Lotsa love to you guys! My friend says it should be the next final fantasy (i wish) but it would be awsome if it was a game. For some reason when I think of Zerrick, my main character now, I imagina brunette Tidus (for those who played ff10). Anyways....here's the next chapter. hope you like it!
Chapter 1
"Mom, I'm going out to practice with Clisko today," the nineteen-year-old Zerrick called. He swung his enormous sword over his shoulder. He flicked a stray strand of messy brown hair which fell back into its orginal place, right in front of his eyes.
Avlina stared into those vivid blue eyes. She had raised this child in a brick house she, herself, had built with her own hands (with some help) in this tiny village. She will not tolerate having her child playing around with swords. "Last time he almost chopped off that arm of yours, which is by the way, is not fully healed!"
Zerrick sighed. "Mom, I wasn't paying attention and it was an accident anyway, besides, it was only a little cut and it didn't even hurt."
"I don't care if it hurt or not, the next time he will cut your entire arm off," she said sternly. "You're too young to get involved in war. I don't want you to get hurt because you're the only one I have left."
Zerrick rolled his eyes, but when he saw the look on his mother's face, his eyes softened. He reached and held her hand. "Mom, I understand. But I'm nineteen now. There's a war going on, everyone's scared of the monsters popping out of nowhere. No one's young now. And who else can protect the village if I'm not there?"
Avlina closed her eyes and hugged her son. "I know, I just want you to be careful," she whispered. She let go of him. "You better not die before me or else I'll never forgive myself," she said smiling weakly.
Zerrick smiled back and headed out the door. It was a sunny afternoon as always and everyone was busy selling or cooking or cleaning or playing, but smiling as they did. It never ceased to amaze him how practically everyday could be so perfect like this. He strolled along the dirt path.
"Hi Zerrick!!" the kids playing nearby yelled. "Can you teach us some of your moves to us? Please??"
"Sure," Zerrick laughed, "how about after I practice?"
"Yeah!" they cheered in unison and went back to playing tag. He was lucky. Lucky to live is such a place. Even though the village was cut off from the rest of the world with all the big cities and all, it was such a happy place. He had lived here for as long as he could remember; he could remember memories from until he was four years old. Of course, he was too young back then to have any memories of anything else.
"Hey Zee!" Clisko yelled. He layed resting with his hands behind his head, which was propped up against the fence, and his legs streched out on the ground. His wild orange hair stuck up from everywhere and his blue eyes blazed a wild fire within them. He took the piece of grass out of his mouth and stood up smiling devishly. "About time."
"Sorry, I had one of those talks from my mom," Zerrick answered.
"Sure..." Clisko said in an off-hand way. He mouth curved into a sly smile. "I bet you were in Julia's bed- - -Ow!" Zerrick punched him in the shoulder.
"Cut it out," Zerrick growled.
"See? That just proves you like her," Clisko laughed plopping down back on the ground.
"What are you doing? We need to practice," Zerrick said as he began one of his sword movements.
"You know what?" Clisko asked.
"What?" Zerrick asked concentrating on remembering his sword movement.
"You practice too much," Clisko answered leaning onto the fence.
"You should be practicing, too, you know," Zerrick said stopping and leaned on his own sword. "There's a war going on and who else is gonna protect the village?"
"Yah, yah....you tell me everytime."
"But you never listen."
Zerrick flicked a strand of his hair out of his face and started the movement again. Clisko sighed and looked up. The sun shone brighty and clouds drift lazily in the blue sky. He closed his eyes. The sounds of the light wind rustling the grass and the gushing wind came from Zerrick swinging his sword to a rhythemic movement filled his ears with the chattering of the busy village in the background. It was too peaceful of a day to practice.
"Monster!!" a man came running out of the woods waving his walking stick frantically in the air. It was old Charles, the village shepard. "Huge monster in the woods! Killed off five of my sheep!"
"Calm down," Zerrick said stopping once again. "Where exactly did you see it?"
"I was taking the flock out.....to graze.....It lept out and attacked....the sheep ran....it was huge I tell you....big and hairy...." the man panted.
"Don't worry, we'll take care of it," Zerrick said swinging his sword onto his shoulder. "Let's go Clisko."
"Yah, yah, I'm coming," Clisko said getting up and grabbed his own swords. Unlike Zerrick's, his swords were small and slim, but deadly if one knew how to use them. They headed toward the woods. "I thought the big ones never show up around here."
"Well, occasionally they show up," Zerrick said. He looked up into the sky. He felt something was up, but what?
Chapter 1
"Mom, I'm going out to practice with Clisko today," the nineteen-year-old Zerrick called. He swung his enormous sword over his shoulder. He flicked a stray strand of messy brown hair which fell back into its orginal place, right in front of his eyes.
Avlina stared into those vivid blue eyes. She had raised this child in a brick house she, herself, had built with her own hands (with some help) in this tiny village. She will not tolerate having her child playing around with swords. "Last time he almost chopped off that arm of yours, which is by the way, is not fully healed!"
Zerrick sighed. "Mom, I wasn't paying attention and it was an accident anyway, besides, it was only a little cut and it didn't even hurt."
"I don't care if it hurt or not, the next time he will cut your entire arm off," she said sternly. "You're too young to get involved in war. I don't want you to get hurt because you're the only one I have left."
Zerrick rolled his eyes, but when he saw the look on his mother's face, his eyes softened. He reached and held her hand. "Mom, I understand. But I'm nineteen now. There's a war going on, everyone's scared of the monsters popping out of nowhere. No one's young now. And who else can protect the village if I'm not there?"
Avlina closed her eyes and hugged her son. "I know, I just want you to be careful," she whispered. She let go of him. "You better not die before me or else I'll never forgive myself," she said smiling weakly.
Zerrick smiled back and headed out the door. It was a sunny afternoon as always and everyone was busy selling or cooking or cleaning or playing, but smiling as they did. It never ceased to amaze him how practically everyday could be so perfect like this. He strolled along the dirt path.
"Hi Zerrick!!" the kids playing nearby yelled. "Can you teach us some of your moves to us? Please??"
"Sure," Zerrick laughed, "how about after I practice?"
"Yeah!" they cheered in unison and went back to playing tag. He was lucky. Lucky to live is such a place. Even though the village was cut off from the rest of the world with all the big cities and all, it was such a happy place. He had lived here for as long as he could remember; he could remember memories from until he was four years old. Of course, he was too young back then to have any memories of anything else.
"Hey Zee!" Clisko yelled. He layed resting with his hands behind his head, which was propped up against the fence, and his legs streched out on the ground. His wild orange hair stuck up from everywhere and his blue eyes blazed a wild fire within them. He took the piece of grass out of his mouth and stood up smiling devishly. "About time."
"Sorry, I had one of those talks from my mom," Zerrick answered.
"Sure..." Clisko said in an off-hand way. He mouth curved into a sly smile. "I bet you were in Julia's bed- - -Ow!" Zerrick punched him in the shoulder.
"Cut it out," Zerrick growled.
"See? That just proves you like her," Clisko laughed plopping down back on the ground.
"What are you doing? We need to practice," Zerrick said as he began one of his sword movements.
"You know what?" Clisko asked.
"What?" Zerrick asked concentrating on remembering his sword movement.
"You practice too much," Clisko answered leaning onto the fence.
"You should be practicing, too, you know," Zerrick said stopping and leaned on his own sword. "There's a war going on and who else is gonna protect the village?"
"Yah, yah....you tell me everytime."
"But you never listen."
Zerrick flicked a strand of his hair out of his face and started the movement again. Clisko sighed and looked up. The sun shone brighty and clouds drift lazily in the blue sky. He closed his eyes. The sounds of the light wind rustling the grass and the gushing wind came from Zerrick swinging his sword to a rhythemic movement filled his ears with the chattering of the busy village in the background. It was too peaceful of a day to practice.
"Monster!!" a man came running out of the woods waving his walking stick frantically in the air. It was old Charles, the village shepard. "Huge monster in the woods! Killed off five of my sheep!"
"Calm down," Zerrick said stopping once again. "Where exactly did you see it?"
"I was taking the flock out.....to graze.....It lept out and attacked....the sheep ran....it was huge I tell you....big and hairy...." the man panted.
"Don't worry, we'll take care of it," Zerrick said swinging his sword onto his shoulder. "Let's go Clisko."
"Yah, yah, I'm coming," Clisko said getting up and grabbed his own swords. Unlike Zerrick's, his swords were small and slim, but deadly if one knew how to use them. They headed toward the woods. "I thought the big ones never show up around here."
"Well, occasionally they show up," Zerrick said. He looked up into the sky. He felt something was up, but what?