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When the CrimsonBlade returned home he opened the door. Amarant, a bit away from him, looked in. The shack, near the water level, was filthy and cramped, the window shutters were tatteredand worn. The rest of the living area was darken by muck and other stuff. CrimsonBlade looked back to see the red haired boy.
" Come in here."
" Interesting place you have, here."
As he entered, Amarant bumped into a three legged chair. He snorted as the older man closed the door. He gripped the boys arm and led the boy down a sickly looking hall, then opened the door to a small room. It was empty except for a bed and chair. He turned and pointed to the damp, small bed.
" That is where you'll sleep." He then pointed to a stair case." That is where you'll work.
" I'll work on the stairs?"
" No you- You'll work up stairs."
With that he grabbed the boy by the arm and led him up stairs. Up stairs was a large training room. It was in better condition that down stairs. The were paper white and there was a red mat in the middle of the floor. On the wall were cases filled with training equipment and battle armor. Inside Amarant looked at all the weapons. He gasped at all battle items as CrimsonBlade chuckled to himself.
" I take it you've never seen weapons before..."
" I did... Just not this many..."
He smiled as Amarant turned to him.
" When do we start!"
" Just as soon as the others get here."
" Others what others?"
" The other students... You didn't think you were the only one... Did you?"
As if he sounded a horn, a voice called from down stairs.
" Master Crimson, ya here?"
He nodded quietly then turned to the boy to leave. As they walked down stairs Crimsoned looked at the boy. His mind talked as he saw expresstions no one else could see. He smiled to himself as the boy walked besighed him... Memories of his wife, and only son appeared in his mind. Happy memories filled his heart and warmed him, before he remembered the truth. His wife and son were dead.... They died some time ago, he hated himself because he couldn't save them... He cursed mentally at his resolution and he came to a halt. My darling Anna.... My son, Paul..... My family... No, I'm not alone.... I still have our daughter, Anna, I still have her.... And as I live and breath she will be safe, you have my word.... He sighed sadly at the pain filled memories as he looked at his on and only family member. a lone tears slipped down his cheek. He brightened up alittle when he saw his daughter standing in front of him. She put her arms around his neck.
" Look what you did, Daddy! You made yourself sad. How many time have I told you not to think about ...them...'
" I'm sorry, sweetheart.... I brought a new friend for all of us...AND IF ANY OF YOU HAVE A PROBLEM WITH HIM TALK TO ME! UNDERSTAND?"
They all nodded as Amarant entered the down stairs. They all stared as the 9 year old walked up next to him. The children were all the same age as the boy and some were even the same type, but Amarant was extremly tall and strong for his age. Crimsons daughter walked over to him, she smiled as he looked down at her.
" WOW your big! Hi, I'm Lani. I'm eight, but I'll be nine next year. Who are you?"
" I'm Amarant," coughed the boy. " I'm nine this year, ten the next."
" Am-Amrenttt- I can't really say your name.....Hmmm..... I got it," exclaimed the excited eight year old. " I'll call you Red. Are you okay with that?"
" Sure....."
He looked around at the large group. There were six boys, not including himself, and seven girls. With him there he evened them out. He looked around at them all then nodded. He couldn't look back he had to go forward. Never back. He would be a lone warrior, now till the end of time. No one would be there for him, he would be all alone. Trapped in the plain of vast darkness, with no guilding light.... He looked away. Lani looked at his face, then made a sad noise.
" I bet you miss your mommy-uh-oops...."
He looked down and remembered her words. No mattered what happened he would never show emotion. The filthyest boy, an unwashed begger, walked forward to him. The boy had on a brown filthy cap. A dirty white dress shirt, with brown pants stained with all sorts of messes. He pushed out his hand and smiled.
" The names Danny... I'm about thirteen. Around here I'm the second oldest male, to master Crimson. The other lot of boys are as followed; Henrey, 12, Mike, 10, Mark, 9, you, 9, and Steven, 9. The girls are as followed; Betty, 11, Crystal, 9, Lani, 8, Hanna, 8, Seerena, 8, Mina, 7, and Annie, 5. "
" Its a pleasure, really."
He sighed then looked out the window. The moon was hiding behind the card stadium as clouds started to depart from the sky and head west wards. From then on nothing would hinder him.
When the CrimsonBlade returned home he opened the door. Amarant, a bit away from him, looked in. The shack, near the water level, was filthy and cramped, the window shutters were tatteredand worn. The rest of the living area was darken by muck and other stuff. CrimsonBlade looked back to see the red haired boy.
" Come in here."
" Interesting place you have, here."
As he entered, Amarant bumped into a three legged chair. He snorted as the older man closed the door. He gripped the boys arm and led the boy down a sickly looking hall, then opened the door to a small room. It was empty except for a bed and chair. He turned and pointed to the damp, small bed.
" That is where you'll sleep." He then pointed to a stair case." That is where you'll work.
" I'll work on the stairs?"
" No you- You'll work up stairs."
With that he grabbed the boy by the arm and led him up stairs. Up stairs was a large training room. It was in better condition that down stairs. The were paper white and there was a red mat in the middle of the floor. On the wall were cases filled with training equipment and battle armor. Inside Amarant looked at all the weapons. He gasped at all battle items as CrimsonBlade chuckled to himself.
" I take it you've never seen weapons before..."
" I did... Just not this many..."
He smiled as Amarant turned to him.
" When do we start!"
" Just as soon as the others get here."
" Others what others?"
" The other students... You didn't think you were the only one... Did you?"
As if he sounded a horn, a voice called from down stairs.
" Master Crimson, ya here?"
He nodded quietly then turned to the boy to leave. As they walked down stairs Crimsoned looked at the boy. His mind talked as he saw expresstions no one else could see. He smiled to himself as the boy walked besighed him... Memories of his wife, and only son appeared in his mind. Happy memories filled his heart and warmed him, before he remembered the truth. His wife and son were dead.... They died some time ago, he hated himself because he couldn't save them... He cursed mentally at his resolution and he came to a halt. My darling Anna.... My son, Paul..... My family... No, I'm not alone.... I still have our daughter, Anna, I still have her.... And as I live and breath she will be safe, you have my word.... He sighed sadly at the pain filled memories as he looked at his on and only family member. a lone tears slipped down his cheek. He brightened up alittle when he saw his daughter standing in front of him. She put her arms around his neck.
" Look what you did, Daddy! You made yourself sad. How many time have I told you not to think about ...them...'
" I'm sorry, sweetheart.... I brought a new friend for all of us...AND IF ANY OF YOU HAVE A PROBLEM WITH HIM TALK TO ME! UNDERSTAND?"
They all nodded as Amarant entered the down stairs. They all stared as the 9 year old walked up next to him. The children were all the same age as the boy and some were even the same type, but Amarant was extremly tall and strong for his age. Crimsons daughter walked over to him, she smiled as he looked down at her.
" WOW your big! Hi, I'm Lani. I'm eight, but I'll be nine next year. Who are you?"
" I'm Amarant," coughed the boy. " I'm nine this year, ten the next."
" Am-Amrenttt- I can't really say your name.....Hmmm..... I got it," exclaimed the excited eight year old. " I'll call you Red. Are you okay with that?"
" Sure....."
He looked around at the large group. There were six boys, not including himself, and seven girls. With him there he evened them out. He looked around at them all then nodded. He couldn't look back he had to go forward. Never back. He would be a lone warrior, now till the end of time. No one would be there for him, he would be all alone. Trapped in the plain of vast darkness, with no guilding light.... He looked away. Lani looked at his face, then made a sad noise.
" I bet you miss your mommy-uh-oops...."
He looked down and remembered her words. No mattered what happened he would never show emotion. The filthyest boy, an unwashed begger, walked forward to him. The boy had on a brown filthy cap. A dirty white dress shirt, with brown pants stained with all sorts of messes. He pushed out his hand and smiled.
" The names Danny... I'm about thirteen. Around here I'm the second oldest male, to master Crimson. The other lot of boys are as followed; Henrey, 12, Mike, 10, Mark, 9, you, 9, and Steven, 9. The girls are as followed; Betty, 11, Crystal, 9, Lani, 8, Hanna, 8, Seerena, 8, Mina, 7, and Annie, 5. "
" Its a pleasure, really."
He sighed then looked out the window. The moon was hiding behind the card stadium as clouds started to depart from the sky and head west wards. From then on nothing would hinder him.