Chapter 3: The First Footstep of the Fisher's Quest
Conkenu removed his boots and retired them on a clean fluffy
mat beside two white doors that made a tall thin arch. This corner
of the mansion posed as a time consuming crossroad for him that
left much to be debated about in his steps; the hallway to the east
and straight from the door preceded, with the inner wall lined with
arms and weapons around the world with different production
dates, to the basement, then to the gymnasium where his father
would have taught him drunken boxing demonstrated in Clash of
The Shadow Ninjas. To the south hallway, the path lit with spaced
tall rectangles where the morning sun entering the windows and
blushed through the long lucid light red drapes that came at the end
of the more natural scenic path with wide stairs at the end of the hall
that curved in a semi circle up to the next level to a door to the left
where Conkenu finger painted portraits of fish (his favourite animal
and food, though he recently understood they were the same thing).
In this time, he went in a direction that she, the mother and wife,
would have to take a lesser importance to what Conkenu was
going to do and what the mother and wife questioned. Probably
Conkenu thought that he could have pleased both Icicil and Snowda,
but for the first time, (and that one time enough was to put the
wishes of a mother at an eager hiatus) Conkenu traveled to the east
on his own harmony. He went with Icicil once to see the gym, but
only that time and this time alone has he seen the basement. He
budged to the end of the hall, but every step had its own motive
that's intention was far off from getting to the basement. His father,
what lingered in Yamacha and Conkenu, gave the penchant for
both of them to become warriors. The blood line of the warrior
was not as strong with a mindless desire as the Saiya-jins left their
offsprings, but nevertheless the potential was undeniable. Now and
then, this desire offered by Icicil was a mistake.
The first portion of the eight motive trek, which some are not at all
interesting or sensible even for an inquisitive finger painter at five
years old, started as he walked into a single incandescent light bulb
room. He never explored all five rooms along this hallway. The one
he stood in was a small storage room clustered with boxes and
some visible articles on organized shelves. He looked around
the scene and took a single strap hand bag and loaded three
objects that he liked. The first was a steel flute, next joined by
a poem called "The Three Fish", which he selected for an
illustration on the other side of the words, and a silver tiara with an
emerald placed in the middle.
The next mentionable stop before the final conclusion of this
journey had him chatting (with two doors to check, until he stepped
down to the basement) to a male servant by the name of Preston.
Conkenu had asked about the appearance of the gymnasium since
the last time, and got the response by the young euphoric spar
partner was the new water dispenser all the way to the new "vital"
padding on the floors; but, Conkenu could have only recalled
"the new physician is very skilled with taking care of broken
bones".
After the many tasks along the hall, He stood a moment at the top
of the stairs leading down to the dark basement, with only a fraction
of light crawling down the stairsways from behind him. Conkenu
looked at the two stone walls at the top of the stairs, he searched
carefully for a light switch. His eyes glaced over a string hanging
from the three meter ceiling with a red ball tied to the end of the string.
This string dropped far, but on closer inspection, Conkenu realized
the string dropped slightly less from being wrapped a few times
around the bulb, but if undangled it wouldn't have made up the
distance for him to reach, atleast not while standing. So he bent
his knees and jumped. A voice from up the stairs called his name,
and Conkenu forgot about the string he held and when the string
was stretched the bulb broke. The glass shards fell over Conkenu
who had taken landed awkwardly on the back of his head. Icicil walked
down the stairs, and picked up the dazed child.
Icicil carried Conkenu into his room and laid him on the bed.
"Conkenu, I must tell you something before we go." Conkenu lifted
his eyelids to look at the blurred vision of his father sitting on the
bench next to the window. His head ached from turning to see
Icicil who looked liked a black wraith backed in a blinding light.
Conkenu turned his head straight and watched the wide wooden
ceiling fan rotate its blades as well as circle itself among the
wall. The white paint in the room bursted with pulses of red from
the pain he felt. "The pain, it's not the fall, but the sign."
"Where are we going?" Conkenu managed to ask though he
found his voice echoing and loud. Icicil stood up from his chair
and walked to the bed. He reached over the large bed to the
middle where Conkenu rested and felt his head. An enormous
burden left Conkenu, and Icicil placed his hand on Conkenu's
chest where the pain materialized in the form of a well fashioned
thin glass key held by a green rare and precious chain. Icicil
moved to the bed's end, and looked away as Conkenu inspected
the key and chain. The key sat lifeless in his left hand, and the
handle dispensed the light into flecked flakes, which tapped back
and forth on his palm. Never had he sensed something so brittle,
and he was couldn't relate it to any action. The colours and
expertise in the key contrasted his grubby finger painting, and
the chain was full, but thin with two crossing lines of made of
many metal strings overlapping. His right hand went back behind
his neck and pulled it over his hair that caught and bounded
back to the long golden cluster spikes. He jumped up to the
bottom of the bed, with his hands held out with the key and
coiled chain, and Icicil bounded off the bed by this abrupt
disturbance. He stroked one of his slim eyebrows, and looked
down on Conkenu who gestured his out and together. "I have
seen enough, father. It's yours again."
"But, you will be needing it," Icicil said and got comfortable
back in his last spot, "besides, I would not have you ill-
equiped for where you could go today. Destiny is like the
direction the wind is blowing, you see, and we don't have
much choice from where it is coming. Something it will
travel with us, or push us a certain way, but we do have a
choice where we want to be. And if the place you are
heading is against destiny, then it is in your best interest
to carry that key. This key can give you the duty to help
people by guiding them to protect this world from others
with a key similar to yours. Under the supervision of the
Elders of the Realms, you will be facing odds like never
before in this battle. There will be six other realms, some
of them will only be protecting themselves, and I do fear
much that other realms are instructed by powerful emotions
and will be against you. Gneiss will be waiting for you, and
you can begin your training at Yunzabitt. You will enter the
God's Realm in seven years, so return back in five years."
"Why aren't you coming?" Conkenu asked.
"I'm leaving where, I belong. I want to discard something
with you before you go. Please, get Oldfield in here. He's in
the next room." Icicil responded to Conkenu, and he walked
out of the room to fetch a bulter. He sat on a bed awaiting
for Oldfield. The door opened and Oldfield closed the door
behind him. "Oldfield, need you to remove the spear inside
of me."
The history of the spear inside of Icicil had no face to place
on who pierced the weapon in, but it wasn't a friend who had
well wishes for him. In the time of war, when Icicil was a child,
an assassin was able to infiltrate the protections of the estate.
It probably happened in an hour, where the assassin creeped
into Icicil's room, and stabbed a ki spear in from the top of
his right shoulder down to the leg. A young apprentice at the
time, named Oldfield, was left with saving him. A veteran
sorcerer could have removed the spear, but Oldfield didn't
have the training and had to think fast, and by a legendary
source of luck, he saved Icicil. The spear remained, and in
a mistake never replicated, the spear made Icicil stronger.
The idea of removing it was impossible without killing the
host, because the magic still had been made by a lesser
sorcerer. But, Icicil stood up and anticipated for Oldfield
to take it out him. "You do know this is going to kill you,
sir?" Oldfield asked and rubbed together his furrowed
hands. Icicil nodded his head, and that was all that the
old sorcerer needed to understand. "It will take a while
minimize the pain, and I will mail the spear to Conkenu
when they arrive at a hotel."
---------------
That day, Conkenu grabbed what he needed in a suitcase,
and before nightfall, Gniess and he arrived at a small town
leaving halfway left to Yunzabitt. The vintage car, drove up
to a hotel. Gneiss turned around to look at Conkenu who
sat quietly in the backseat for the whole trip. "Conkenu, I
know your mad at not going to the theater, but Icicil got me
to pack one extra baggage in the trunk." She said, and
got out of the car. A hotel attendant, takes the keys and
a tip from Gneiss, and drives the car to the underground
parking lot.
"Welcome," the doorman says with a bow, returned by
Conkenu with a superfluous curtsy to show up the doorman
who was opening the glass door with golden handles, "to
the finest hotel of this fine city. Your bags will be carried to
your room."
They walked up to main desk and attented to by a clean
cut mildly built man wearing an ironed dress shirt and a
black tie. He clicked on some keys to set up the computer
and looked up with a wide white smile. "What room do
you desire?" the booker asked to Gneiss, but Conkenu
crawled his way up onto the desk. He rested a while with
a vast breath before he was sweeped off the table by
Gneiss. She arms onto the table and rested head in her
hand and drifted off, which annoyed the booker who tapped
his index fingers on the table.
"We will take the penthouse, if the hotel is fine enough,
and if not second-rate, we will be needing two rooms
side by side." She said in a muffled voice and got off
of the desk and fixed her brown long hair. "I think these
were in the instructions, but," she inclined on the desk
and looked at Conkenu, "I can't remember your father's
orders too well. It was written for me, but I have seem to
have not the message in my pocket."
Gniess and Conkenu settled in with familiarity in the
luxurious penthouse, and sat outdoors with different treats
and sweetened beverages on about the round white table
and under the parasol. The sun had started its slump, and
the two found comfort for the first time today, physical in
nature. "You don't look too excited about this trip," she
pointed out Conkenu who kept most words to himself since
leaving, "so do you want to continue? Your mother
hired me before you were born to follow your wishes, not
Icicil's orders."
Conkenu grabbed a bag at the side of his chair, and
untangled a string to amplify the opening. He plunged
his hand and returned out with the flute he seized. Gniess
bent over to see what Conkenu screened underneath
the table. He held it firmly and in the wrong fingers at
the stops and put it up to his mouth. He didn't play any
thing, so he put the flute on the table. Conkenu looked
at her. "Is that flute my mothers?"
"Actually," she replied taking the flute, and pressed down
some keys while she held it in the correct manner, "the flute
was mine, and I played it to you even before you were a
baby. She and I used to blend my flute playing and her
painting. Snowda would paint pictures of what you would
look like, and she was off all the time. She would draw
a boy with brown hair with tan skin, and your mother never
decided if you should have brown eyes like your father,
or green eyes like her causing her to paint one eye of
either colour. She would have been shocked if she saw
that came true."
"I wish I could paint with my mother." Conkenu said. A
lofty song grabbed his attention, and he watched her
play the flute. He did not think about his home or the
city with the theater, the only two places he could recall,
but he yearned for a place he had never visited. His
mind, as a certain mother would have wanted, filled up
a realm with more green, trails of streams, and an outdoor
stage for musicians and actors. He stopped dreaming.
"Gniess, I want to become a warrior."
"Then we will go to the mountains in three days." She
said.
Conkenu removed his boots and retired them on a clean fluffy
mat beside two white doors that made a tall thin arch. This corner
of the mansion posed as a time consuming crossroad for him that
left much to be debated about in his steps; the hallway to the east
and straight from the door preceded, with the inner wall lined with
arms and weapons around the world with different production
dates, to the basement, then to the gymnasium where his father
would have taught him drunken boxing demonstrated in Clash of
The Shadow Ninjas. To the south hallway, the path lit with spaced
tall rectangles where the morning sun entering the windows and
blushed through the long lucid light red drapes that came at the end
of the more natural scenic path with wide stairs at the end of the hall
that curved in a semi circle up to the next level to a door to the left
where Conkenu finger painted portraits of fish (his favourite animal
and food, though he recently understood they were the same thing).
In this time, he went in a direction that she, the mother and wife,
would have to take a lesser importance to what Conkenu was
going to do and what the mother and wife questioned. Probably
Conkenu thought that he could have pleased both Icicil and Snowda,
but for the first time, (and that one time enough was to put the
wishes of a mother at an eager hiatus) Conkenu traveled to the east
on his own harmony. He went with Icicil once to see the gym, but
only that time and this time alone has he seen the basement. He
budged to the end of the hall, but every step had its own motive
that's intention was far off from getting to the basement. His father,
what lingered in Yamacha and Conkenu, gave the penchant for
both of them to become warriors. The blood line of the warrior
was not as strong with a mindless desire as the Saiya-jins left their
offsprings, but nevertheless the potential was undeniable. Now and
then, this desire offered by Icicil was a mistake.
The first portion of the eight motive trek, which some are not at all
interesting or sensible even for an inquisitive finger painter at five
years old, started as he walked into a single incandescent light bulb
room. He never explored all five rooms along this hallway. The one
he stood in was a small storage room clustered with boxes and
some visible articles on organized shelves. He looked around
the scene and took a single strap hand bag and loaded three
objects that he liked. The first was a steel flute, next joined by
a poem called "The Three Fish", which he selected for an
illustration on the other side of the words, and a silver tiara with an
emerald placed in the middle.
The next mentionable stop before the final conclusion of this
journey had him chatting (with two doors to check, until he stepped
down to the basement) to a male servant by the name of Preston.
Conkenu had asked about the appearance of the gymnasium since
the last time, and got the response by the young euphoric spar
partner was the new water dispenser all the way to the new "vital"
padding on the floors; but, Conkenu could have only recalled
"the new physician is very skilled with taking care of broken
bones".
After the many tasks along the hall, He stood a moment at the top
of the stairs leading down to the dark basement, with only a fraction
of light crawling down the stairsways from behind him. Conkenu
looked at the two stone walls at the top of the stairs, he searched
carefully for a light switch. His eyes glaced over a string hanging
from the three meter ceiling with a red ball tied to the end of the string.
This string dropped far, but on closer inspection, Conkenu realized
the string dropped slightly less from being wrapped a few times
around the bulb, but if undangled it wouldn't have made up the
distance for him to reach, atleast not while standing. So he bent
his knees and jumped. A voice from up the stairs called his name,
and Conkenu forgot about the string he held and when the string
was stretched the bulb broke. The glass shards fell over Conkenu
who had taken landed awkwardly on the back of his head. Icicil walked
down the stairs, and picked up the dazed child.
Icicil carried Conkenu into his room and laid him on the bed.
"Conkenu, I must tell you something before we go." Conkenu lifted
his eyelids to look at the blurred vision of his father sitting on the
bench next to the window. His head ached from turning to see
Icicil who looked liked a black wraith backed in a blinding light.
Conkenu turned his head straight and watched the wide wooden
ceiling fan rotate its blades as well as circle itself among the
wall. The white paint in the room bursted with pulses of red from
the pain he felt. "The pain, it's not the fall, but the sign."
"Where are we going?" Conkenu managed to ask though he
found his voice echoing and loud. Icicil stood up from his chair
and walked to the bed. He reached over the large bed to the
middle where Conkenu rested and felt his head. An enormous
burden left Conkenu, and Icicil placed his hand on Conkenu's
chest where the pain materialized in the form of a well fashioned
thin glass key held by a green rare and precious chain. Icicil
moved to the bed's end, and looked away as Conkenu inspected
the key and chain. The key sat lifeless in his left hand, and the
handle dispensed the light into flecked flakes, which tapped back
and forth on his palm. Never had he sensed something so brittle,
and he was couldn't relate it to any action. The colours and
expertise in the key contrasted his grubby finger painting, and
the chain was full, but thin with two crossing lines of made of
many metal strings overlapping. His right hand went back behind
his neck and pulled it over his hair that caught and bounded
back to the long golden cluster spikes. He jumped up to the
bottom of the bed, with his hands held out with the key and
coiled chain, and Icicil bounded off the bed by this abrupt
disturbance. He stroked one of his slim eyebrows, and looked
down on Conkenu who gestured his out and together. "I have
seen enough, father. It's yours again."
"But, you will be needing it," Icicil said and got comfortable
back in his last spot, "besides, I would not have you ill-
equiped for where you could go today. Destiny is like the
direction the wind is blowing, you see, and we don't have
much choice from where it is coming. Something it will
travel with us, or push us a certain way, but we do have a
choice where we want to be. And if the place you are
heading is against destiny, then it is in your best interest
to carry that key. This key can give you the duty to help
people by guiding them to protect this world from others
with a key similar to yours. Under the supervision of the
Elders of the Realms, you will be facing odds like never
before in this battle. There will be six other realms, some
of them will only be protecting themselves, and I do fear
much that other realms are instructed by powerful emotions
and will be against you. Gneiss will be waiting for you, and
you can begin your training at Yunzabitt. You will enter the
God's Realm in seven years, so return back in five years."
"Why aren't you coming?" Conkenu asked.
"I'm leaving where, I belong. I want to discard something
with you before you go. Please, get Oldfield in here. He's in
the next room." Icicil responded to Conkenu, and he walked
out of the room to fetch a bulter. He sat on a bed awaiting
for Oldfield. The door opened and Oldfield closed the door
behind him. "Oldfield, need you to remove the spear inside
of me."
The history of the spear inside of Icicil had no face to place
on who pierced the weapon in, but it wasn't a friend who had
well wishes for him. In the time of war, when Icicil was a child,
an assassin was able to infiltrate the protections of the estate.
It probably happened in an hour, where the assassin creeped
into Icicil's room, and stabbed a ki spear in from the top of
his right shoulder down to the leg. A young apprentice at the
time, named Oldfield, was left with saving him. A veteran
sorcerer could have removed the spear, but Oldfield didn't
have the training and had to think fast, and by a legendary
source of luck, he saved Icicil. The spear remained, and in
a mistake never replicated, the spear made Icicil stronger.
The idea of removing it was impossible without killing the
host, because the magic still had been made by a lesser
sorcerer. But, Icicil stood up and anticipated for Oldfield
to take it out him. "You do know this is going to kill you,
sir?" Oldfield asked and rubbed together his furrowed
hands. Icicil nodded his head, and that was all that the
old sorcerer needed to understand. "It will take a while
minimize the pain, and I will mail the spear to Conkenu
when they arrive at a hotel."
---------------
That day, Conkenu grabbed what he needed in a suitcase,
and before nightfall, Gniess and he arrived at a small town
leaving halfway left to Yunzabitt. The vintage car, drove up
to a hotel. Gneiss turned around to look at Conkenu who
sat quietly in the backseat for the whole trip. "Conkenu, I
know your mad at not going to the theater, but Icicil got me
to pack one extra baggage in the trunk." She said, and
got out of the car. A hotel attendant, takes the keys and
a tip from Gneiss, and drives the car to the underground
parking lot.
"Welcome," the doorman says with a bow, returned by
Conkenu with a superfluous curtsy to show up the doorman
who was opening the glass door with golden handles, "to
the finest hotel of this fine city. Your bags will be carried to
your room."
They walked up to main desk and attented to by a clean
cut mildly built man wearing an ironed dress shirt and a
black tie. He clicked on some keys to set up the computer
and looked up with a wide white smile. "What room do
you desire?" the booker asked to Gneiss, but Conkenu
crawled his way up onto the desk. He rested a while with
a vast breath before he was sweeped off the table by
Gneiss. She arms onto the table and rested head in her
hand and drifted off, which annoyed the booker who tapped
his index fingers on the table.
"We will take the penthouse, if the hotel is fine enough,
and if not second-rate, we will be needing two rooms
side by side." She said in a muffled voice and got off
of the desk and fixed her brown long hair. "I think these
were in the instructions, but," she inclined on the desk
and looked at Conkenu, "I can't remember your father's
orders too well. It was written for me, but I have seem to
have not the message in my pocket."
Gniess and Conkenu settled in with familiarity in the
luxurious penthouse, and sat outdoors with different treats
and sweetened beverages on about the round white table
and under the parasol. The sun had started its slump, and
the two found comfort for the first time today, physical in
nature. "You don't look too excited about this trip," she
pointed out Conkenu who kept most words to himself since
leaving, "so do you want to continue? Your mother
hired me before you were born to follow your wishes, not
Icicil's orders."
Conkenu grabbed a bag at the side of his chair, and
untangled a string to amplify the opening. He plunged
his hand and returned out with the flute he seized. Gniess
bent over to see what Conkenu screened underneath
the table. He held it firmly and in the wrong fingers at
the stops and put it up to his mouth. He didn't play any
thing, so he put the flute on the table. Conkenu looked
at her. "Is that flute my mothers?"
"Actually," she replied taking the flute, and pressed down
some keys while she held it in the correct manner, "the flute
was mine, and I played it to you even before you were a
baby. She and I used to blend my flute playing and her
painting. Snowda would paint pictures of what you would
look like, and she was off all the time. She would draw
a boy with brown hair with tan skin, and your mother never
decided if you should have brown eyes like your father,
or green eyes like her causing her to paint one eye of
either colour. She would have been shocked if she saw
that came true."
"I wish I could paint with my mother." Conkenu said. A
lofty song grabbed his attention, and he watched her
play the flute. He did not think about his home or the
city with the theater, the only two places he could recall,
but he yearned for a place he had never visited. His
mind, as a certain mother would have wanted, filled up
a realm with more green, trails of streams, and an outdoor
stage for musicians and actors. He stopped dreaming.
"Gniess, I want to become a warrior."
"Then we will go to the mountains in three days." She
said.