The Godforsaken Realm1: Yamcha's Past
By: Cory Kennedy
733 AD
At night, inside a small house, a husband and his pregnant
wife discussed about disturbing things. In a warrior suit, Icicil
placed his hand on his wife. He relaxed his right hand on her left
shoulder. She looked him in the young eyes; too young to see the
horrors of war, but his eyes were not too young to cause a war once
they could no longer see the eyes of his own father.
"Icicil, I don't want you to abandon us. I feel that the
child will be born tonight. The city is full of chaos. You must not
leave." This wife, Snowda said. Icicil took his hand off his wife
and walked to the door. He picked up his sword that tilted against
the wall. When he removed the sword, the contour of handle left in
a clean outline of a semicircle. The blade scraped across the floor.
"I have to leave because I have a responsibility for what my
father has caused. I have tried to send messengers to inform him of
my own free will to be here, but he can not accept the love I have for
you. I must leave to protect his village, which my father is holding
accountable for abducting me away from him." Icicil looked down to see
the abrasions he had engraved into the floor. He hoisted the sword off
the ground and above his head. Icicil stabs the ceiling and his hand
drew away from the handle. He wrenched the sword out and walked
through the door. "Bye."
Icicil closed the front gate of the high bush hedge. Hands
cuffed his hand, and he looked up through the lively vines bloomed
with white flowers to Snowda. The barbs of the vine cut her velvety
hand, and the blood traveled without resistance over her tidy skin.
Icicil tore a white strip of clothing from the bottom of his coat, and
enfolded her hand with the shred. She mimed some words, but Icicil did
not hear the gentle words. He cogitated nothing over what she lipped.
"I will always love you, but you knew."
When he released her hands, Snowda's thoughts raced. "You're lying;
you aren't going to the war."
"I have seen the future in my visions, and indeed, I will go to help
the warriors to fight the war that my father started. I am only going to
be fighting a week in the war, but there is another war on its way. I'm
sorry that I would not have a chance to see our child."
Snowda looked at the band around her hand. "Is that all you care
about? Your visions? Are they real? Our love is real, our child is real.
You are a man of fate, but will you ever become a real man? As a wife I
will love my husband; but as a mother, most importantly, I must protect my
twine of image. Of course, my husband, now the newborn interweaver, will
impregnate my line with knots because not I a knot to bond with knots. In
consideration, I did tie the knot with my husband, the warrior. He's a knot,
and I'm not a knot. Oh dear, my husband will make warriors of all my sons."
Snowda rocked on her chair near the fireplace. She pondered about the
infant. "I will not allow a child of mine to be a warrior; not forced to be
one." She promised the unborn. She packed a bag. The door knocked and
a face recongized my Snowda entered.
"I have come here to tell you that it is not safe to be here, you have
to come with me. How did you already have your bags pack?" He asked.
Snowda got up and smiled at him. He got confused.
"Please take me to my grandfather's house, Yamcha. I don't want to
disobey my husband whom I love so dearly, but I have decided for my child
will be come a warrior." Snowda opened the door and they walked out of the
house. "He will be raised by a friend who lives in my grandfather's house.
Come on, we must go now."
Three hours later they arrived. She went into labour half an hour
before arriving. "Just bring me inside. My friend will know what to do."
Snowda said. Yamcha brought Snowda into the house. He placed her on the
couch.
"Hello is anyone here? I have someone here who needs help. Snowda,
doesn't Icicil know about this place?" Yamcha asked. Snowda shook her head.
A quick shadow flashed by Yamcha's face. He moved back out of the way of the
object. He looked around the room. He heard the front door open; it banged
open and close.
"Wrong move."
The voice let out a mighty war cry and knocked Yamcha onto the floor.
"Pwar. Please help, I have gone into labour." Snowda yelled. Pwar a small
flying blue and gray cat when over to her.
Snowda opened her eyes to a sun filled room. Over top her, Pwar and
Yamcha smiled down on her with Yamcha holding a baby boy. "Yamcha." Snowda
said. Yamcha gave the baby to Snowda.
"What you aren't naming the baby Yamcha are you?" Yamcha asked. She
hands the baby over to Pwar.
"No, it is up to Pwar what his name will be." Snowda said. Pwar's eyes
widen.
"What are you saying?" Pwar asked. Snowda got up and felt into Yamcha's
arms.
"Pwar, you must look after this baby. I have to leave before it gets harder
to leave." Yamcha picked up Snowda. "Discipline him to be a warrior. Love
him as your own. Yamcha, bring me back home to Icicil."
734 AD
The door opened and Icicil came inside looking at his wife. She greeted
him with a smile from a chair near a window that the maid placed there to let
Snowda see how the garden was doing.
"What is the matter, my dear?" Icicil asked. Snowda looked up at him.
"In order to protect our son, I have sent him away to be raised. I am very sorry,
but I saw it in the best interest to the child." She explained. Icicil started
laughing. "What is your problem, Icicil? Aren't you hurt?"
Icicil held Snowda's hand and pulled her out of the chair to kiss her. "You are
divine, my sweet. I saw your actions in a vision that you would do this." Icicil
rubbed Snowda's shoulders. He ran out of the house. Snowda followed him.
Before he wanted to stop, Snowda forced him to stop.
"What are you doing?" Snowda inquired. Icicil laughed and griped her hand.
He pulled her to the bar where all the other soldiers celebrated the end of the
war. He jumped on a table and got everyone's focus.
"My visions, they have come true. The greatest fight ever, is going to be taken
place in the future." Icicil shouted. Everyone gathered around him. "We all know
my visions; I am the gate keeper of this realm. A realm has convinced the Elders
to allow them the chance to prove themselves efficient to enter Earth's realm. I
don't know when, but I will know once the time approaches. The son I have
predicted will be a great warrior. He will be one of the deciding factors in the out
come of the battle."
The warriors partied all night, but Icicil left the party. Not many people knew he
wasn't there, because many believed he fought in the war too, but both times his
stand-in took his place.
In the morning, Icicil looked over the mountain areas. The sun raised low
behind the horizon. The wind blew his cape. He pulled a key out of underneath his
shirt. It reflected the light into Icicil eyes. He looked up to the red sky.
"Why do I hurt? My responsibility is to full fill my visions as the gate keeper of the
realm of Earth." He looked up to the heavens as if they cared. He raised his voice.
"If I am so full filled, why do I feel so empty? I feel alone."
By: Cory Kennedy
733 AD
At night, inside a small house, a husband and his pregnant
wife discussed about disturbing things. In a warrior suit, Icicil
placed his hand on his wife. He relaxed his right hand on her left
shoulder. She looked him in the young eyes; too young to see the
horrors of war, but his eyes were not too young to cause a war once
they could no longer see the eyes of his own father.
"Icicil, I don't want you to abandon us. I feel that the
child will be born tonight. The city is full of chaos. You must not
leave." This wife, Snowda said. Icicil took his hand off his wife
and walked to the door. He picked up his sword that tilted against
the wall. When he removed the sword, the contour of handle left in
a clean outline of a semicircle. The blade scraped across the floor.
"I have to leave because I have a responsibility for what my
father has caused. I have tried to send messengers to inform him of
my own free will to be here, but he can not accept the love I have for
you. I must leave to protect his village, which my father is holding
accountable for abducting me away from him." Icicil looked down to see
the abrasions he had engraved into the floor. He hoisted the sword off
the ground and above his head. Icicil stabs the ceiling and his hand
drew away from the handle. He wrenched the sword out and walked
through the door. "Bye."
Icicil closed the front gate of the high bush hedge. Hands
cuffed his hand, and he looked up through the lively vines bloomed
with white flowers to Snowda. The barbs of the vine cut her velvety
hand, and the blood traveled without resistance over her tidy skin.
Icicil tore a white strip of clothing from the bottom of his coat, and
enfolded her hand with the shred. She mimed some words, but Icicil did
not hear the gentle words. He cogitated nothing over what she lipped.
"I will always love you, but you knew."
When he released her hands, Snowda's thoughts raced. "You're lying;
you aren't going to the war."
"I have seen the future in my visions, and indeed, I will go to help
the warriors to fight the war that my father started. I am only going to
be fighting a week in the war, but there is another war on its way. I'm
sorry that I would not have a chance to see our child."
Snowda looked at the band around her hand. "Is that all you care
about? Your visions? Are they real? Our love is real, our child is real.
You are a man of fate, but will you ever become a real man? As a wife I
will love my husband; but as a mother, most importantly, I must protect my
twine of image. Of course, my husband, now the newborn interweaver, will
impregnate my line with knots because not I a knot to bond with knots. In
consideration, I did tie the knot with my husband, the warrior. He's a knot,
and I'm not a knot. Oh dear, my husband will make warriors of all my sons."
Snowda rocked on her chair near the fireplace. She pondered about the
infant. "I will not allow a child of mine to be a warrior; not forced to be
one." She promised the unborn. She packed a bag. The door knocked and
a face recongized my Snowda entered.
"I have come here to tell you that it is not safe to be here, you have
to come with me. How did you already have your bags pack?" He asked.
Snowda got up and smiled at him. He got confused.
"Please take me to my grandfather's house, Yamcha. I don't want to
disobey my husband whom I love so dearly, but I have decided for my child
will be come a warrior." Snowda opened the door and they walked out of the
house. "He will be raised by a friend who lives in my grandfather's house.
Come on, we must go now."
Three hours later they arrived. She went into labour half an hour
before arriving. "Just bring me inside. My friend will know what to do."
Snowda said. Yamcha brought Snowda into the house. He placed her on the
couch.
"Hello is anyone here? I have someone here who needs help. Snowda,
doesn't Icicil know about this place?" Yamcha asked. Snowda shook her head.
A quick shadow flashed by Yamcha's face. He moved back out of the way of the
object. He looked around the room. He heard the front door open; it banged
open and close.
"Wrong move."
The voice let out a mighty war cry and knocked Yamcha onto the floor.
"Pwar. Please help, I have gone into labour." Snowda yelled. Pwar a small
flying blue and gray cat when over to her.
Snowda opened her eyes to a sun filled room. Over top her, Pwar and
Yamcha smiled down on her with Yamcha holding a baby boy. "Yamcha." Snowda
said. Yamcha gave the baby to Snowda.
"What you aren't naming the baby Yamcha are you?" Yamcha asked. She
hands the baby over to Pwar.
"No, it is up to Pwar what his name will be." Snowda said. Pwar's eyes
widen.
"What are you saying?" Pwar asked. Snowda got up and felt into Yamcha's
arms.
"Pwar, you must look after this baby. I have to leave before it gets harder
to leave." Yamcha picked up Snowda. "Discipline him to be a warrior. Love
him as your own. Yamcha, bring me back home to Icicil."
734 AD
The door opened and Icicil came inside looking at his wife. She greeted
him with a smile from a chair near a window that the maid placed there to let
Snowda see how the garden was doing.
"What is the matter, my dear?" Icicil asked. Snowda looked up at him.
"In order to protect our son, I have sent him away to be raised. I am very sorry,
but I saw it in the best interest to the child." She explained. Icicil started
laughing. "What is your problem, Icicil? Aren't you hurt?"
Icicil held Snowda's hand and pulled her out of the chair to kiss her. "You are
divine, my sweet. I saw your actions in a vision that you would do this." Icicil
rubbed Snowda's shoulders. He ran out of the house. Snowda followed him.
Before he wanted to stop, Snowda forced him to stop.
"What are you doing?" Snowda inquired. Icicil laughed and griped her hand.
He pulled her to the bar where all the other soldiers celebrated the end of the
war. He jumped on a table and got everyone's focus.
"My visions, they have come true. The greatest fight ever, is going to be taken
place in the future." Icicil shouted. Everyone gathered around him. "We all know
my visions; I am the gate keeper of this realm. A realm has convinced the Elders
to allow them the chance to prove themselves efficient to enter Earth's realm. I
don't know when, but I will know once the time approaches. The son I have
predicted will be a great warrior. He will be one of the deciding factors in the out
come of the battle."
The warriors partied all night, but Icicil left the party. Not many people knew he
wasn't there, because many believed he fought in the war too, but both times his
stand-in took his place.
In the morning, Icicil looked over the mountain areas. The sun raised low
behind the horizon. The wind blew his cape. He pulled a key out of underneath his
shirt. It reflected the light into Icicil eyes. He looked up to the red sky.
"Why do I hurt? My responsibility is to full fill my visions as the gate keeper of the
realm of Earth." He looked up to the heavens as if they cared. He raised his voice.
"If I am so full filled, why do I feel so empty? I feel alone."