Sorry about the grammatical mistakes in the last chapter. I'm really sorry.
Unknown Destiny
Chapter 2.
The soldiers were walking back from the war. All of them were missing their families, others were just passing by. But all of them had something to do in the villa. Maybe except for the warrior Jenrya Lee.
He didn't have roots anywhere, he was free to come and go whenever he wanted.
"Finally I can hug my kids again." Said one of the warriors in front of the line.
Jenrya kept in silence. The sound of the nature was so melodious. His ears were pleased with the sound of birds that he didn't hear for a long time. Throughout these four years all he heard was the sound of the cannons, screaming and all he had saw was blood. Blood everywhere he looked.
Some of his companions died, some of them were seriously injured. He was one of the luckiest men, because when the war had began he was only fifteen so he had to hide himself in the trenches and he didn't get hurt at all. Not even a scratch. But it didn't mean he hadn't fight. He fought boldly in the front line, face by face, weapon against weapon.
They reached the villa by the end of that day. The people who lived there were all celebrating their 'heroes'.
"Welcome back." Some of them said.
"Let's have fun, sirs."
"I know you have been very busy in the war and there weren't any girls there. So, how about to enjoy this time?" asked a girl holding Jenrya's arm.
"Thank you, but I'm married." He lied.
The girl seemed to be offended and left him with the other warriors. The night was good, though. Food, beverages, fireworks, dances. Jenrya was happy after almost four years fighting.
He got up and walked through the villa looking for somewhere to go, but it was a small villa, and when he noticed he was near the forest, where people never had enough courage to go.
A soft rustle came from the bushes. Jenrya got in alert, waiting for a wild animal to come out from the bushes. But instead of an animal, one of his friends came out from the forest staggering and holding an empty bottle. Jenrya ran to his friend and held him, but his friend wasn't cooperating.
"Are you feeling all right, Shaoran?" Asked Jenrya trying to hold his friend, who was almost falling on the ground.
Shaoran looked at a tree and started to answer Jenrya's question, probably thinking the tree was him.
"Huh? You're thinner, hic, there are food over there, hic. You need to eat. Hey, are you listening to me?" Said Shaoran trying to reach the tree to give it a slap.
Jenrya let him go. It was no good arguing with him. He wouldn't understand.
And Shaoran made his way back to the villa, staggering and singing dissonantly.
The autumn breeze was rushing trough Jenrya, shaking the smallest trees, but not even moving the leaves of the biggest ones.
Jenrya walked towards the forest, it held the portliness of a queen or a king.
'I wonder if forests have gender? If it has, it depends on who lives in it.' He thought looking up to the sky that was getting darker and darker.
As he was walking through the forest he felt like eager eyes were watching him.
He looked over his shoulder, but he wasn't able to see anything, just trees and some little animals.
He had never feared anything, but now something was different about him. The breeze sent shivers through his spine. Once again he felt like eager eyes we watching him.
He walked aimlessly through the trees, trying to find a way out. One of the things he had learned in the war was too keep cool in this kind of situations.
Jenrya closed his eyes and tried to sharp his hearing. Soon the sound of water made he open his eyes again. He was decided to search for a creek and stay there until the day comes.
He was walking fast, the sound of water was getting nearer and nearer. The gentle rustle of the leaves made he look over his shoulder again. He had a feeling that someone was chasing him.
"Is there anybody here?" He shouted. Some owls that were resting on a branch, flew away, scared.
He kept walking until he found a small creek. He was in a glade and he could see clearly the night sky and the stars shining happily miles and miles away from him.
The water of the creek was so limpid, that he could see some fishes swimming all over it.
He pulled off his warrior armour. It was taking off a ton from his back.
Another rustle made him turn around and stare to bush on the border of the creek. He walked up to there and peeked. Nobody was there.
"My imagination is going to drive me crazy." Mumbled Jenrya.
He took off the rest of his clothes (A/N: no comments.) and jumped in the creek, he hadn't imagined that the creek was that deep. The water was almost reaching his neck.
He just stayed there, swimming and diving and trying to forget that horrible war. He didn't understand why people had to fight. Can't everybody get along with each other? He swam until he was out of breath and cold.
When he got out of the creek and stood up, the bush on its border shivered. He felt like he was being watched all the time.
'What it could be? A snake? A pig? A fairy? A perverted spirit of the forest?' thought Jenrya angrily.
He dressed up some comfortable clothes, and walked up to the bush and peeked again. Nobody was there but he found a stripe of a black cloth.
He took it savagely and smelled it.
"Feminine scent." He said under his breath.
So, he tied it on his hand and lay down near the creek to rest. He hadn't been sleeping well and for the first time in four years he could sleep without fear, all he had to do was too keep his five senses open.
When Jenrya was fast asleep, a thin shadow came near him and looked at his face with a huge curiosity.
Nobody had ever approached her home this way. She had to take the necessary steps about him.
But something on him made her stare at his face for a long and long time, until he opened his eyes scared.
Unknown Destiny
Chapter 2.
The soldiers were walking back from the war. All of them were missing their families, others were just passing by. But all of them had something to do in the villa. Maybe except for the warrior Jenrya Lee.
He didn't have roots anywhere, he was free to come and go whenever he wanted.
"Finally I can hug my kids again." Said one of the warriors in front of the line.
Jenrya kept in silence. The sound of the nature was so melodious. His ears were pleased with the sound of birds that he didn't hear for a long time. Throughout these four years all he heard was the sound of the cannons, screaming and all he had saw was blood. Blood everywhere he looked.
Some of his companions died, some of them were seriously injured. He was one of the luckiest men, because when the war had began he was only fifteen so he had to hide himself in the trenches and he didn't get hurt at all. Not even a scratch. But it didn't mean he hadn't fight. He fought boldly in the front line, face by face, weapon against weapon.
They reached the villa by the end of that day. The people who lived there were all celebrating their 'heroes'.
"Welcome back." Some of them said.
"Let's have fun, sirs."
"I know you have been very busy in the war and there weren't any girls there. So, how about to enjoy this time?" asked a girl holding Jenrya's arm.
"Thank you, but I'm married." He lied.
The girl seemed to be offended and left him with the other warriors. The night was good, though. Food, beverages, fireworks, dances. Jenrya was happy after almost four years fighting.
He got up and walked through the villa looking for somewhere to go, but it was a small villa, and when he noticed he was near the forest, where people never had enough courage to go.
A soft rustle came from the bushes. Jenrya got in alert, waiting for a wild animal to come out from the bushes. But instead of an animal, one of his friends came out from the forest staggering and holding an empty bottle. Jenrya ran to his friend and held him, but his friend wasn't cooperating.
"Are you feeling all right, Shaoran?" Asked Jenrya trying to hold his friend, who was almost falling on the ground.
Shaoran looked at a tree and started to answer Jenrya's question, probably thinking the tree was him.
"Huh? You're thinner, hic, there are food over there, hic. You need to eat. Hey, are you listening to me?" Said Shaoran trying to reach the tree to give it a slap.
Jenrya let him go. It was no good arguing with him. He wouldn't understand.
And Shaoran made his way back to the villa, staggering and singing dissonantly.
The autumn breeze was rushing trough Jenrya, shaking the smallest trees, but not even moving the leaves of the biggest ones.
Jenrya walked towards the forest, it held the portliness of a queen or a king.
'I wonder if forests have gender? If it has, it depends on who lives in it.' He thought looking up to the sky that was getting darker and darker.
As he was walking through the forest he felt like eager eyes were watching him.
He looked over his shoulder, but he wasn't able to see anything, just trees and some little animals.
He had never feared anything, but now something was different about him. The breeze sent shivers through his spine. Once again he felt like eager eyes we watching him.
He walked aimlessly through the trees, trying to find a way out. One of the things he had learned in the war was too keep cool in this kind of situations.
Jenrya closed his eyes and tried to sharp his hearing. Soon the sound of water made he open his eyes again. He was decided to search for a creek and stay there until the day comes.
He was walking fast, the sound of water was getting nearer and nearer. The gentle rustle of the leaves made he look over his shoulder again. He had a feeling that someone was chasing him.
"Is there anybody here?" He shouted. Some owls that were resting on a branch, flew away, scared.
He kept walking until he found a small creek. He was in a glade and he could see clearly the night sky and the stars shining happily miles and miles away from him.
The water of the creek was so limpid, that he could see some fishes swimming all over it.
He pulled off his warrior armour. It was taking off a ton from his back.
Another rustle made him turn around and stare to bush on the border of the creek. He walked up to there and peeked. Nobody was there.
"My imagination is going to drive me crazy." Mumbled Jenrya.
He took off the rest of his clothes (A/N: no comments.) and jumped in the creek, he hadn't imagined that the creek was that deep. The water was almost reaching his neck.
He just stayed there, swimming and diving and trying to forget that horrible war. He didn't understand why people had to fight. Can't everybody get along with each other? He swam until he was out of breath and cold.
When he got out of the creek and stood up, the bush on its border shivered. He felt like he was being watched all the time.
'What it could be? A snake? A pig? A fairy? A perverted spirit of the forest?' thought Jenrya angrily.
He dressed up some comfortable clothes, and walked up to the bush and peeked again. Nobody was there but he found a stripe of a black cloth.
He took it savagely and smelled it.
"Feminine scent." He said under his breath.
So, he tied it on his hand and lay down near the creek to rest. He hadn't been sleeping well and for the first time in four years he could sleep without fear, all he had to do was too keep his five senses open.
When Jenrya was fast asleep, a thin shadow came near him and looked at his face with a huge curiosity.
Nobody had ever approached her home this way. She had to take the necessary steps about him.
But something on him made her stare at his face for a long and long time, until he opened his eyes scared.