It was a cold windy night as Karlos could feel the nightly wind slapping
him from all directions. A sickle silver shine of a blade arose in the air
as the boy looked up to see none other than his father, Karel. Karlos
smiled warmly to his father, while he threw his blade down upon his own
kin.
The blade glided down...and down until it reached the neck of Karlos...Karel then spoke softly, "Karlos..."
Karlos replied a moment later with the small sparkle of a tear in his eye, "Father..."
Karel repeated again, quieter than before, "Karlos..."
Karlos slowly awoke to soon realize that he was no longer with his father in the shifty cold plains, but home as he sat up on his small single bed and looked around dazed.
Karlos was still yet a teenager, at the ripe age of 17 he was quite unnaturally tall for his age standing just short of 6 ft.
After a moment of eye rubbing and yawning Karlos looked up to see his cousin, Fir, looking annoyed, "Karlos, get up you lazy dog!" she exclaimed. Karlos shook his head and slowly stood up, stumbling slightly on the way before turning to Fir and mumbling "Fir, Why are you here?"
Fir heaved a heavy sigh and shook her head before speaking once more, "You big dope, you said you would take me to the fighting arena today, remember?"
Fir was very similar to Karlos, she had lost her mother when she was only little and luckily had her father, who was slightly unorthodox but very encouraging to guide her to be what she always admired, her mother. Karlos replied with the urge of second thoughts "Aren't you a little young?" Fir was only two years younger than Karlos but she acted more mature than most teenagers.
Fir was progressively getting more and more annoyed with Karlos as time went on. "Karlos, you promised!" the young girl whined. Karlos eventually gave in and agreed to take Fir to the arena with him.
As Karlos slowly got dressed he could hear Fir yelling to him from outside. That means he could hear her yelling, "Oh yeah, and there was something my father wanted to give to you, I left it by your bed. It's wrapped up."
Karlos glanced down to his bed and was greatly surprised for he had not even slightly noticed the package, though it seemed to be a sword of some sort and would be a great help compared to his very frail steel sword. Karlos slowly opened the package which soon revealed a sword. Though it was a very unique sword with the blade shining as bright as the sun and the hilt as if almost glowing bright neon blue.
"All right!" Karlos exclaimed as he grasped the sword foolishly. He was immediately thrown back into the wall.
Fir quickly ran into the room screaming, "What happened, Karlos?"
Karlos shook his head and rubbed his neck briskly, "The sword, it...it did....something!"
Fir looked at the sword innocently for a few moments and gasped, "Mom's sword!"
Karlos slowly stood and looked to Fir questionably "What?" But Fir paid no attention to him and quickly grasped the small note of paper that lie beside the sword which she soon read out aloud. Though she was taking her time because the message was clearly written by Bartre,
"Karlos, this is Karla's sword. Her's, much like your fathers, had a special purpose from what it had learned from the user. As for that I tell you what she had told me before she died. She told me that you mustn't touch the sword with sadness dwelling inside you, what truly makes you happy must emerge and inspire you so you can become one with the sword. It is called the Wo Dao. Take care of it and it shall take great care of you.
Have fun killing people
Uncle Bartre."
Fir placed a hand on her face and shook her head while muttering "ugh, dad..."
Karlos seemed to find Bartre utterly amusing as he commented through his chuckling, "I guess Uncle Bartre hasn't changed at all then, has he?"
After a few moments of packing both Fir and Karlos set off for the nearest arena which was conveniently new and built much closer than the other. As the time passed in anxious silence, Fir asked Karlos nervously "Hey...did you ever actually talk with your dad?"
At these words, these simple piercing words Karel felt his muscles tense and his fists clench for over time, Karlos had lost the invigorating feeling of the one time where he could finally meet his dad after all the long years and had turned it into blind rage which was caused by the sad depression youth brings.
Karlos said nothing and just continued to walk slightly faster until breaking into a run, leaving Fir behind whom hopelessly called after him. Fir murmured softly as she sadly looked down, "Poor Karlos..."and thought, Karlos would really stop at nothing to one day find him.
R/R again, it all good ^^
The blade glided down...and down until it reached the neck of Karlos...Karel then spoke softly, "Karlos..."
Karlos replied a moment later with the small sparkle of a tear in his eye, "Father..."
Karel repeated again, quieter than before, "Karlos..."
Karlos slowly awoke to soon realize that he was no longer with his father in the shifty cold plains, but home as he sat up on his small single bed and looked around dazed.
Karlos was still yet a teenager, at the ripe age of 17 he was quite unnaturally tall for his age standing just short of 6 ft.
After a moment of eye rubbing and yawning Karlos looked up to see his cousin, Fir, looking annoyed, "Karlos, get up you lazy dog!" she exclaimed. Karlos shook his head and slowly stood up, stumbling slightly on the way before turning to Fir and mumbling "Fir, Why are you here?"
Fir heaved a heavy sigh and shook her head before speaking once more, "You big dope, you said you would take me to the fighting arena today, remember?"
Fir was very similar to Karlos, she had lost her mother when she was only little and luckily had her father, who was slightly unorthodox but very encouraging to guide her to be what she always admired, her mother. Karlos replied with the urge of second thoughts "Aren't you a little young?" Fir was only two years younger than Karlos but she acted more mature than most teenagers.
Fir was progressively getting more and more annoyed with Karlos as time went on. "Karlos, you promised!" the young girl whined. Karlos eventually gave in and agreed to take Fir to the arena with him.
As Karlos slowly got dressed he could hear Fir yelling to him from outside. That means he could hear her yelling, "Oh yeah, and there was something my father wanted to give to you, I left it by your bed. It's wrapped up."
Karlos glanced down to his bed and was greatly surprised for he had not even slightly noticed the package, though it seemed to be a sword of some sort and would be a great help compared to his very frail steel sword. Karlos slowly opened the package which soon revealed a sword. Though it was a very unique sword with the blade shining as bright as the sun and the hilt as if almost glowing bright neon blue.
"All right!" Karlos exclaimed as he grasped the sword foolishly. He was immediately thrown back into the wall.
Fir quickly ran into the room screaming, "What happened, Karlos?"
Karlos shook his head and rubbed his neck briskly, "The sword, it...it did....something!"
Fir looked at the sword innocently for a few moments and gasped, "Mom's sword!"
Karlos slowly stood and looked to Fir questionably "What?" But Fir paid no attention to him and quickly grasped the small note of paper that lie beside the sword which she soon read out aloud. Though she was taking her time because the message was clearly written by Bartre,
"Karlos, this is Karla's sword. Her's, much like your fathers, had a special purpose from what it had learned from the user. As for that I tell you what she had told me before she died. She told me that you mustn't touch the sword with sadness dwelling inside you, what truly makes you happy must emerge and inspire you so you can become one with the sword. It is called the Wo Dao. Take care of it and it shall take great care of you.
Have fun killing people
Uncle Bartre."
Fir placed a hand on her face and shook her head while muttering "ugh, dad..."
Karlos seemed to find Bartre utterly amusing as he commented through his chuckling, "I guess Uncle Bartre hasn't changed at all then, has he?"
After a few moments of packing both Fir and Karlos set off for the nearest arena which was conveniently new and built much closer than the other. As the time passed in anxious silence, Fir asked Karlos nervously "Hey...did you ever actually talk with your dad?"
At these words, these simple piercing words Karel felt his muscles tense and his fists clench for over time, Karlos had lost the invigorating feeling of the one time where he could finally meet his dad after all the long years and had turned it into blind rage which was caused by the sad depression youth brings.
Karlos said nothing and just continued to walk slightly faster until breaking into a run, leaving Fir behind whom hopelessly called after him. Fir murmured softly as she sadly looked down, "Poor Karlos..."and thought, Karlos would really stop at nothing to one day find him.
R/R again, it all good ^^