HeartBorn
Chapter 2
Regan had feeling in his body. He was no longer on a rock, but on a canvas spread, like that used as a hospital bed. Regan smelled the sweet incense, mingled with the odor of his open wounds. Regan heard things also, like the sickening cracking of his neck twisting itself around to mend itself. It hurt, and it sounded awful, but after the cracking had stopped, it seemed fine. His wounds did not heal, and when he opened his eyes to see his surroundings, he got such a fright. He was in a white tent, and the canvas bed was soaked with blood. Regan heard sounds coming from outside, including the sound of footsteps coming closer to the tent. Naturally, Regan hid in a dark corner, and reached at his side for something. He didn't know what, it was just a natural instinct. But whatever he was reaching for, it wasn't there. A person entered the tent, and with his eyes shut, had no idea that there was a missing corpse. When the man opened his eyes, and saw the blood covered bed empty, he swore in an unfamiliar language, and dashed outside. Regan remembers nothing, but softly treads outside, searching for something. Again, he had no idea what he was searching for, but he looked anyway. Two guards appeared around the corner, dressed in a desert camouflage, composed of flowing robes. Both carried javelins, and at the sight of the blood covered intruder, lowered their weapons and charged. Regan, acting with instinct, dodged the first blow, snatching up the guards spear and belaboring him with the haft. As the first guard fell, the second blew in a whistle, as if to signal for backup. Regan was unstoppable, but never used the tip of the spear to fight.
When the final dispatch of guards had retreated, Regan looked around bewildered at the pain he just caused, as if it were that he didn't know what happened to them. Which was the case, after all. Regan snapped the javelin in two, and fled to a nearby tent, different than the one he found himself in. Inside was an old sage, who seemed to be blinded. "Who enters my polongi?" The sage asked hoarsly. "I.I don't know who I am. I don't remember. anything." Regan replied hesitantly. "Ahhhhh. Yes, the living dead one. I have been expecting you to come here. I remember so long ago when your brother, Hekian, left us to fulfill his destiny. That boy had a special gift of predicting the future, just as I can. He said, if my brother who looks like me ever enters the camp, show him the way of the Serengai." "Serengai? What are Serengai?" Regan asked. "We are" replied the sage. "Very well, but I shall need a new name. I can't remember my old one. Did Hekian mention what the brother's name would be?" Regan asked "He did not" The old sage explained. "Shall we call you, Yerangha, or Trenut?" "Do they mean something?" Regan questioned. "Yes. Yerangha means Devilish Dead. Trenut means HeartBorn." After pondering this for a while, Regan answered, "I am the HeartBorn. Trenut will be my name."
Trenut showed great skill in stealth and fighting, although the Serengai battle chieftain wondered why Trenut never used a sharp weapon, but instead chose to excel with the staff, club and sling. It didn't matter, as Trenut beat the best with the blunt weapons while they were using the swords, serrated daggers and other weapons of the like. Trenut showed a great sense of blind fighting, and was at the point of catching an arrow while blind folded. After a month of training, Trenut was prepared to go find his old life, and just what happened to Regan, the blade master, his previous life.
End of chapter 2
Chapter 2
Regan had feeling in his body. He was no longer on a rock, but on a canvas spread, like that used as a hospital bed. Regan smelled the sweet incense, mingled with the odor of his open wounds. Regan heard things also, like the sickening cracking of his neck twisting itself around to mend itself. It hurt, and it sounded awful, but after the cracking had stopped, it seemed fine. His wounds did not heal, and when he opened his eyes to see his surroundings, he got such a fright. He was in a white tent, and the canvas bed was soaked with blood. Regan heard sounds coming from outside, including the sound of footsteps coming closer to the tent. Naturally, Regan hid in a dark corner, and reached at his side for something. He didn't know what, it was just a natural instinct. But whatever he was reaching for, it wasn't there. A person entered the tent, and with his eyes shut, had no idea that there was a missing corpse. When the man opened his eyes, and saw the blood covered bed empty, he swore in an unfamiliar language, and dashed outside. Regan remembers nothing, but softly treads outside, searching for something. Again, he had no idea what he was searching for, but he looked anyway. Two guards appeared around the corner, dressed in a desert camouflage, composed of flowing robes. Both carried javelins, and at the sight of the blood covered intruder, lowered their weapons and charged. Regan, acting with instinct, dodged the first blow, snatching up the guards spear and belaboring him with the haft. As the first guard fell, the second blew in a whistle, as if to signal for backup. Regan was unstoppable, but never used the tip of the spear to fight.
When the final dispatch of guards had retreated, Regan looked around bewildered at the pain he just caused, as if it were that he didn't know what happened to them. Which was the case, after all. Regan snapped the javelin in two, and fled to a nearby tent, different than the one he found himself in. Inside was an old sage, who seemed to be blinded. "Who enters my polongi?" The sage asked hoarsly. "I.I don't know who I am. I don't remember. anything." Regan replied hesitantly. "Ahhhhh. Yes, the living dead one. I have been expecting you to come here. I remember so long ago when your brother, Hekian, left us to fulfill his destiny. That boy had a special gift of predicting the future, just as I can. He said, if my brother who looks like me ever enters the camp, show him the way of the Serengai." "Serengai? What are Serengai?" Regan asked. "We are" replied the sage. "Very well, but I shall need a new name. I can't remember my old one. Did Hekian mention what the brother's name would be?" Regan asked "He did not" The old sage explained. "Shall we call you, Yerangha, or Trenut?" "Do they mean something?" Regan questioned. "Yes. Yerangha means Devilish Dead. Trenut means HeartBorn." After pondering this for a while, Regan answered, "I am the HeartBorn. Trenut will be my name."
Trenut showed great skill in stealth and fighting, although the Serengai battle chieftain wondered why Trenut never used a sharp weapon, but instead chose to excel with the staff, club and sling. It didn't matter, as Trenut beat the best with the blunt weapons while they were using the swords, serrated daggers and other weapons of the like. Trenut showed a great sense of blind fighting, and was at the point of catching an arrow while blind folded. After a month of training, Trenut was prepared to go find his old life, and just what happened to Regan, the blade master, his previous life.
End of chapter 2
