Chapter 2 - The Mysterious Sword Stolen Again!
Ordhy paced along the narrow back road, an almighty sword was in his hands. It was daylight, a day after the fighting that took place in the rain. Puddles were still scattered throughout Kalay, remnants of a large downpour. However today was no different than any other : mothers kept close watch on their children, not letting them wander off into the back allies where gangsters surely were waiting. Venders were hard at work shouting and displaying their fabulous merchandise on the main streets of town. Ordhy sighed.
I suppose that at this point in time you are wondering who is this mysterious lone thief Ordhy that the 1st two chapters of the story center around. Well it is time for you to know. He knows nothing of his past just that he has spent almost his entire life growing up on the dangerous streets of Kalay with no parents. He made a living by stealing then selling his goods on the black market. Although at age 11 he realized he had a special gift.he could shoot blasts of ice and water and was a natural-born fighter. Using his talents he dominated the streets of Kalay and no one wanted to mess with him. Usually he would sell an object of worth that he stole off the city's underground black market. But not today. Something deep inside him told him not to lose possession of the sword, that he must protect it with his life. He smiled at the idea of him having a duty. He absentmindedly trudged on away from the bustling city streets and toward the dangerous slums. He was so preoccupied in thought he walked right into three tough-looking guys.
"Oh sorry," he mumbled.
"Hmph! Watch where you're going! We are on an important mission!" one of the guys said. He shoved Ordhy to one side but then noticed the golden sword in his hand.
"Is that?" he said in awe.
"It is, but how did a rotten punk like him get his paws on such a treasure?"
"Master told us the sword was in the hands of three young wanderers," another said.
"Errr, this is mine. Leave me alone," Ordhy growled. "Let us introduce ourselves. We are minions of the great Ultimazzio, Zi, Ti, and Fi," the apparent leader said. "You have absolutely no idea how much power you possess, but we will get that sword even if we must die!"
"Ultimazzio, huh? That's quite a name," Ordhy smirked. "Anyway I'm not losing this sword, oh no!!"
The leader of the bunch, Zi grunted and charged at Ordhy giving a right hook that just missed. Ordhy easily dodged the rest of his punches until a fist came out of nowhere and smashed into his jaw. In surprise, Ordhy clamped down on his tongue and he tasted warm blood as he slammed to the ground.
"Good work, Ti," Zi said. "I think he's finished, now let's grab the sword and get the hell out of here."
"Wait," Ordhy said and got to his feet. He wiped some blood of his chin onto his ripped sleeve.
"Well, well, it seems the street punk is stronger than I took him for," Zi laughed. "Now make this easy on yourself and give us the sword."
He wanted to quit. He wanted to drop to the street and lose consciousness because his mouth was full of blood and every time he moved his tongue a red hot pain swept his moth. Yet something pushed him forward. The sword, he thought. He gripped it tight. He could feel immense power burning in his hands. Suddenly, the sword gleamed with a bluish energy. He dashed toward the dumbstruck men and slashed the one that was called Fi. An explosion of energy rocked the street and some commoners gathered to check it out.
"No, Fi, look what you've done you slug!!!"
The two remaining men barreled at Ordhy and tried to knock him down in blind fury. But it wouldn't happen. He had the power. The flick of his wrist. A blast of energy. Another dead. By now a crowd had gathered. Ordhy was confident. He loosened his grip on the sword and relaxed. Zi was the last one standing He knew he could not win. But he somehow seemed confident and not the least bit mournful of his partners' deaths.
"I admit you have won, whoever you are, all because of that sword!" he said with his teeth clenched. He took a step back and shouted "Grab!"
At once a hand appeared and snatched the sword right out of Ordhy's hand!
"Oh no!!" he cried. "Give it back!!!"
Zi just smiled and ran. Ordhy tried to follow but the crowd was so thick he could not keep up. In moments Zi had vanished and the crowd diminished. Ordhy pulled his hair. NO! NO! NO! He had a horrible feeling. He had lost the sword and somehow he had to get it back. After questioning around he learned that Zi had left town and headed south. Ordhy did not know why but he knew he must embark on a journey to retrieve it at all costs.
He walked out of town. He followed a beaten trail south. A new adventure begins.
Where will Ordhy end up? Why is the sword so important? What happened to the other 3 kids? More answers on. Chapter 3 - Kin's Quest
So uh that's it for now. I hoped you have enjoyed the story so far. The next chapters will be more exciting. I will definitely make a couple more chapters but even more if I get a few good reviews. Until next time!
Ordhy paced along the narrow back road, an almighty sword was in his hands. It was daylight, a day after the fighting that took place in the rain. Puddles were still scattered throughout Kalay, remnants of a large downpour. However today was no different than any other : mothers kept close watch on their children, not letting them wander off into the back allies where gangsters surely were waiting. Venders were hard at work shouting and displaying their fabulous merchandise on the main streets of town. Ordhy sighed.
I suppose that at this point in time you are wondering who is this mysterious lone thief Ordhy that the 1st two chapters of the story center around. Well it is time for you to know. He knows nothing of his past just that he has spent almost his entire life growing up on the dangerous streets of Kalay with no parents. He made a living by stealing then selling his goods on the black market. Although at age 11 he realized he had a special gift.he could shoot blasts of ice and water and was a natural-born fighter. Using his talents he dominated the streets of Kalay and no one wanted to mess with him. Usually he would sell an object of worth that he stole off the city's underground black market. But not today. Something deep inside him told him not to lose possession of the sword, that he must protect it with his life. He smiled at the idea of him having a duty. He absentmindedly trudged on away from the bustling city streets and toward the dangerous slums. He was so preoccupied in thought he walked right into three tough-looking guys.
"Oh sorry," he mumbled.
"Hmph! Watch where you're going! We are on an important mission!" one of the guys said. He shoved Ordhy to one side but then noticed the golden sword in his hand.
"Is that?" he said in awe.
"It is, but how did a rotten punk like him get his paws on such a treasure?"
"Master told us the sword was in the hands of three young wanderers," another said.
"Errr, this is mine. Leave me alone," Ordhy growled. "Let us introduce ourselves. We are minions of the great Ultimazzio, Zi, Ti, and Fi," the apparent leader said. "You have absolutely no idea how much power you possess, but we will get that sword even if we must die!"
"Ultimazzio, huh? That's quite a name," Ordhy smirked. "Anyway I'm not losing this sword, oh no!!"
The leader of the bunch, Zi grunted and charged at Ordhy giving a right hook that just missed. Ordhy easily dodged the rest of his punches until a fist came out of nowhere and smashed into his jaw. In surprise, Ordhy clamped down on his tongue and he tasted warm blood as he slammed to the ground.
"Good work, Ti," Zi said. "I think he's finished, now let's grab the sword and get the hell out of here."
"Wait," Ordhy said and got to his feet. He wiped some blood of his chin onto his ripped sleeve.
"Well, well, it seems the street punk is stronger than I took him for," Zi laughed. "Now make this easy on yourself and give us the sword."
He wanted to quit. He wanted to drop to the street and lose consciousness because his mouth was full of blood and every time he moved his tongue a red hot pain swept his moth. Yet something pushed him forward. The sword, he thought. He gripped it tight. He could feel immense power burning in his hands. Suddenly, the sword gleamed with a bluish energy. He dashed toward the dumbstruck men and slashed the one that was called Fi. An explosion of energy rocked the street and some commoners gathered to check it out.
"No, Fi, look what you've done you slug!!!"
The two remaining men barreled at Ordhy and tried to knock him down in blind fury. But it wouldn't happen. He had the power. The flick of his wrist. A blast of energy. Another dead. By now a crowd had gathered. Ordhy was confident. He loosened his grip on the sword and relaxed. Zi was the last one standing He knew he could not win. But he somehow seemed confident and not the least bit mournful of his partners' deaths.
"I admit you have won, whoever you are, all because of that sword!" he said with his teeth clenched. He took a step back and shouted "Grab!"
At once a hand appeared and snatched the sword right out of Ordhy's hand!
"Oh no!!" he cried. "Give it back!!!"
Zi just smiled and ran. Ordhy tried to follow but the crowd was so thick he could not keep up. In moments Zi had vanished and the crowd diminished. Ordhy pulled his hair. NO! NO! NO! He had a horrible feeling. He had lost the sword and somehow he had to get it back. After questioning around he learned that Zi had left town and headed south. Ordhy did not know why but he knew he must embark on a journey to retrieve it at all costs.
He walked out of town. He followed a beaten trail south. A new adventure begins.
Where will Ordhy end up? Why is the sword so important? What happened to the other 3 kids? More answers on. Chapter 3 - Kin's Quest
So uh that's it for now. I hoped you have enjoyed the story so far. The next chapters will be more exciting. I will definitely make a couple more chapters but even more if I get a few good reviews. Until next time!