Sorry about the shortness. I kinda prepared these in advance and was just printing them out for my friends. I swear they looked big in microsoft word! > Oh well. Chapter five will sure to be long. And for those of you wondering when YJ's human friend, Luke, will show up. That's for chapta five. See ya then.
Chapter 4
At the sight of his father and the other hunters camped not too far away, he ran and shouted, "Father, look I've done it, I defeated the predalien father." But to Yakjar's surprise his father's face was grim and hard as flint. "I'm afraid that your trials aren't over my son" he said. "What, but how? I checked the databanks over and over again. There should be no challenges left." Yakjar's father shook his head, "There is always one challenge left, it's a time honored tradition, you don't know because it's supposed to be secret. When your son has passed the 'official' trials you shall do this too. Prepare yourself, En Garde!"
"wha-" Yakjar was cut off as his father punched him square in the face. "Throw down your weapons son and defend yourself. This shall be a duel of honor!" Yakjar smiled under his mask, "Yes father, but I warn you old one, I won't give easily." His Father smiled right back, "I wouldn't have it any other way, graahh!" Yakjar's father, Webzen, threw a right, Yakjar caught it twisted then kicked him in the chest. "Very good son," Webzen said. Web kicked Yakjar with his other leg, elbowed him in the chest, and then grabbed him and slammed him into the dirt. Growling between clenched teeth, Yakjar got up. He double kicked his father, back flipped, then dashed forward elbow first. He smashed into his father then attempted a left kick. Webzen was too quick; he caught Yakjar's leg, threw him up, and then smashed him down with an elbow thrust. Web pressed his foot down on his son's chest, and then he started laughing, "Ha ha ha ha, good job son, you pass." Yakjar was perplexed, "But…. how?"
"That is not important, the fact of the matter is that you fought a high ranking hunter, and handled it like a seasoned warrior." The other hunters kneeled on one knee and said in unison, "Village Elder we verify the boy's strength and believe he is ready to join the guild." The Elder chewed upon this information, "Yes the boy is exceptionally skilled, yet he lacks… maturity. That is what separates him from the men. His attacks are straightforward, childish, and he lacks a style of his own. More temperament is needed. I suggest a quest, and not just any quest, a quest to seek out the hidden civilization of the surviving humans." The others stared at the elder in confused terror, "What? But, most honored elder, not even our hardiest warriors would even dare to attempt to embark upon such a reckless endeavor. What has possessed you to test the boy in this way?" The elder chuckled softly, his many skull trophies rattling with his laughter, "As I said the boy is talented, and I believe he can handle a few years of facing more…," he pondered for awhile, trying to find the right word, "life threatening dangers. The humans and also the few places they could have inhabited are fraught with danger." Yakjar stood up and made eye contact with his elder, "Mighty elder, I am able to make the journey, but I ask for at least one week to prepare." The Elder smiled at his eagerness, "All right you have your week." …