This chapter is a little longer and I'm goin' to the phillipines this sunday so don't expect new chapters any time soon, sorry. DemonNinja out!

Chapter 5

Yakjar walked down the road thinking of how his family's slave, (though he hated to call him that), Luke, would react to his quest. Yakjar also knew that Luke would be thrilled to find out that it was him that he was going to ask to go along on the journey.

Then it hit him, it was Luke's 17th birthday and he promised to get out of the temple in time to be there. He looked at the sky, "Hmmm… judging by the position of the sun I have about two hours to reach my house. Better run fast." Yakjar sped off down the road, kicking up dust in his wake.

Yakjar roared as he approached the door to hishouse, and a groan could be heard from in side the house after wards. Luke poked his head out of the window, his chestnut brown locks flowing in the hot summer air, "Yakjar don't touch the door it'll-" Luke shouted a little too late. As Yakjar touched the door knob the door fell inward slamming onto the floor. Yakjar sweat dropped, "Heh, heh, woops, forgot about that door."

Luke jumped down the staircase landing with a thump. "Dang Luke, you've been eating your wheaties," Yakjar said in amazement. Luke pasted a big grin on his face, "Ever since my 17th birthday was coming up I started training for the receiving of the weapons ceremony." Yakjar raised an eyebrow, and considering his facial features, was very high. "So that's why you weren't at my sending off to the temple. It also explains why you weren't there when I exited," He said, eyebrow still raised.

Later that night, a great bonfire was raised in the middle of the village, in honor of Luke's seventeenth year of life. When Predators reached their equivalent of seventeen years they are allowed to own their own weapons. Luke straightened his predator armor. It was fashioned to fit someone his size and Yakjar put his hand on his shoulder.

With a determined look in his eye Yakjar spoke to Luke, "You look like a true Yautja warrior." Luke looked up at Yakjar with admiration, "Thanks YJ. Coming from you that means a lot. I'm just glad you made it out of that Alien infested hole in time for my ceremony." Yakjar smiled down at the human he considered his little brother, "Don't worry buddy, I wouldn't miss it, even for an alien hunt."

Yakjar, wearing his traditional predator mask, walked behind Luke towards the fire. Luke then knelt down in front of the fire. The village then walked, pulled out an anti-acid jar filled with alien blood, dipped an alien finger in it, and then drew a series of symbols upon his arms.

When he had finished, the elder put up the jar and finger, and then strapped a set of wrist blades upon Luke's arm. Luke looked upon his new blades with fire that out burned the bonfire a hundred fold. Luke stood up, received his combistick, and then strapped it onto his back. The elder then pulled put the piece de resistance. He handed it to Luke; it was a shiny new Yautja mask.

Luke looked upon it with reverence. Its sleek features were incredible; Luke also noticed that along its sides were etched the symbols on his arms. The elder spoke to Luke in a gravely tone, "That is a special mask. It has etched upon it your coat of arms; wear it, and your new weapons, with pride young warrior."

Luke got up, placed the mask upon his face, and looked at Webzen, his foster father, as it clicked into place. Luke then noticed some whispers coming from Renzen and his gang, and they sounded none too friendly. "…ha… stupid human………. can't………… how could…………. no kidding."

Web heard the whole thing and picked Renzen up by the neck, and then threw him to the ground. Web growled as he glared at Renzen, "I don't like your selection of words upon the subject of Luke's ceremony. Your insolence is the only reason why you haven't entered the guild. And now my son will probably enter the guild before you even glimpse upon the splendor of its halls."

Renzen stood up and muttered something under his breath, big mistake. Webzen roared and punched him in the gut, and as Renzen fell over, Web kicked him in the face, sending Renzen to the dirt. "You sorry son of an Alien whore, speak about my son like that again and your skull shall hang on my trophy wall," Webzen roared out at Renzen. One of Renzen's friends quickly picked him up and stammered out nervously, "C-come on R-Ren let's g-go, we c-can't tangle with the greatest c-clansmen, no matter how g-good you a-are."

Renzen glowered at Web, and then turned around abruptly and stormed off. Webzen growled and quickly apologized to the elder for making a scene. The elder was not deterred, however, and he strode towards Luke. He then traced an unknown symbol in the air in front of Luke. He then stepped back, and to everyone's surprise, the elder bowed low, a sign of subordination. Seeing this, everyone bowed as well.

And Yakjar, bowing low, smiled at his friends overflowing pride. When they got back home, Webzen yelled out a war cry while Yakjar and Luke followed suit. Once in his room, Luke started playing around with his new weapons. He pressed a button on his combistick and nearly stabbed himself in the face. Grimacing, Luke gingerly put the combistick down, and then moved onto his wrist blades. He established a neural link and commanded the blades to unsheathe. They slid out in a graceful arc, every point glinting with unspoken beauty.

Luke strapped his combistick onto his back and lay down. His bed was hard, but he hardly noticed, the excitement still boiling within him. Little did he know that Yakjar was planning to take him on the greatest journey of his life...