The Rise of the Guardians
Chapter 3- The Call of Poseidon
Reinhardt was locked in his room for weeks, refusing to believe that now Sanji was dead. After their entire ordeal of escaping Talpa's clutches, setting up a village for the survivors of the Five Legions, three Legion commanders were left to fend for the village. Reinhardt couldn't even eat thinking that Sanji was dead. Fear gripped his mind in the oddest of ways. The Sea called to him.
Barely a month after Sanjuro vanished; a bright star was seen shooting above the village, dark blue in color. The villagers took it as a bad omen but the legion commanders knew. Sanji was checking up on them from his high vantage point. Reinhardt couldn't help but smile some.
The call of the sea grew stronger in his mind daily and soon he was taking walks along the lake shore where their village was located looking out towards the other side where the ocean fed the lake. Ramzal found him there one of those days and placed a gentle yet firm hand on his shoulder.
"What do you feel, friend?" Ramzal asked, his tone indicating he was confused.
Reinhardt could only smile and look out toward the ocean. "The time comes for us all. The monk was right...Sanji was called to space by his element, Air. I will soon be called to the deepest of seas by my clan guardian."
"Not Poseidon...." Ramzal said softly, his clan having the legendary Titan as its guardian. "Then if you are to be called, so am I... and Masa will be alone."
"Nay, not alone, for Raicho, the Thunderbird of the Date Clan watches over him."
Reinhardt prided himself on the knowledge of the five clans that were chosen by these legendary beings. It was said that when these clans came into being, five guardians of untold power came forth and offered to guard them for eternity. The Sanada Clan got the Phoenix, the Immortal bird of Eternal Flame; the Hashiba Clan got the Teacher of Heroes and Lore Master Chiron; The Mouri's were granted Poseidon, the moody yet reclusive God of the Seas; and The Fuan's were granted Titan, a legendary summon of great strength. Each one had its own ability in elemental power. (If you don't know them and read this.....look up the Armors! I don't want to explain them over again.)
Ramzal could only watch as his friend grew more and more distant from him, taking to walking along the lake shore or even swimming. Reinhardt was getting more and more into his element daily as there was nothing the Earth Commander could do.
Masamune watched sadly. The monk's vision was coming true before his own eyes as well, for he was keeping a daily log of what happened. The sword maker, now turned record keeper took down these things daily, first the deaths of Hariel and Sanji and now the distancing of Ramzal and Reinhardt. He sighed and went back to his craft, creating a legendary sword for his descendants to wield. It would be named after him. The blade itself was to be thin, long and extra sharp. The hilt was to be inscribed with ancient symbols and runes to protect against rusting and dulling. He smiled and held up the long thin piece of metal he was to begin with and started crafting the sword.
Reinhardt swam daily feeling the pull of the sea ever demanding. Every day he resisted, and every day it grew stronger. Poseidon wanted him now and there would be no turning back once he began the long, dangerous journey to the Marianas Trench. Ramzal watched sadly, as the two inseparable friends grew more distant to each other. It wasn't that he hated Reinhardt, but that Poseidon was destroying what he had left to live with. Now he was being taken away.
Soon that day came and Reinhardt got up one morning after having a very disturbing vision. Torrents of rain were pelting on him and he was being pulled under...drowning. He woke with a start.
"No!" He cried out, his heart pounding in fear. Ramzal rushed to his room.
"Reinhardt! You alright buddy?" Ramzal asked concerned.
Reinhardt could only smile sadly as his heart was once more pulled towards the sea.
"I am sorry...I cannot delay any longer. Tell Masa that this day, Reinhardt Mouri is no more."
Reinhardt quickly gathered up his meager belongings and left.
So? How you like? Interesting? Needs Work? Let me know. Kinda sad though....this one I would rate as a tearjerker. Sad... Anyway, feel free to comment...no flames.
Chapter 3- The Call of Poseidon
Reinhardt was locked in his room for weeks, refusing to believe that now Sanji was dead. After their entire ordeal of escaping Talpa's clutches, setting up a village for the survivors of the Five Legions, three Legion commanders were left to fend for the village. Reinhardt couldn't even eat thinking that Sanji was dead. Fear gripped his mind in the oddest of ways. The Sea called to him.
Barely a month after Sanjuro vanished; a bright star was seen shooting above the village, dark blue in color. The villagers took it as a bad omen but the legion commanders knew. Sanji was checking up on them from his high vantage point. Reinhardt couldn't help but smile some.
The call of the sea grew stronger in his mind daily and soon he was taking walks along the lake shore where their village was located looking out towards the other side where the ocean fed the lake. Ramzal found him there one of those days and placed a gentle yet firm hand on his shoulder.
"What do you feel, friend?" Ramzal asked, his tone indicating he was confused.
Reinhardt could only smile and look out toward the ocean. "The time comes for us all. The monk was right...Sanji was called to space by his element, Air. I will soon be called to the deepest of seas by my clan guardian."
"Not Poseidon...." Ramzal said softly, his clan having the legendary Titan as its guardian. "Then if you are to be called, so am I... and Masa will be alone."
"Nay, not alone, for Raicho, the Thunderbird of the Date Clan watches over him."
Reinhardt prided himself on the knowledge of the five clans that were chosen by these legendary beings. It was said that when these clans came into being, five guardians of untold power came forth and offered to guard them for eternity. The Sanada Clan got the Phoenix, the Immortal bird of Eternal Flame; the Hashiba Clan got the Teacher of Heroes and Lore Master Chiron; The Mouri's were granted Poseidon, the moody yet reclusive God of the Seas; and The Fuan's were granted Titan, a legendary summon of great strength. Each one had its own ability in elemental power. (If you don't know them and read this.....look up the Armors! I don't want to explain them over again.)
Ramzal could only watch as his friend grew more and more distant from him, taking to walking along the lake shore or even swimming. Reinhardt was getting more and more into his element daily as there was nothing the Earth Commander could do.
Masamune watched sadly. The monk's vision was coming true before his own eyes as well, for he was keeping a daily log of what happened. The sword maker, now turned record keeper took down these things daily, first the deaths of Hariel and Sanji and now the distancing of Ramzal and Reinhardt. He sighed and went back to his craft, creating a legendary sword for his descendants to wield. It would be named after him. The blade itself was to be thin, long and extra sharp. The hilt was to be inscribed with ancient symbols and runes to protect against rusting and dulling. He smiled and held up the long thin piece of metal he was to begin with and started crafting the sword.
Reinhardt swam daily feeling the pull of the sea ever demanding. Every day he resisted, and every day it grew stronger. Poseidon wanted him now and there would be no turning back once he began the long, dangerous journey to the Marianas Trench. Ramzal watched sadly, as the two inseparable friends grew more distant to each other. It wasn't that he hated Reinhardt, but that Poseidon was destroying what he had left to live with. Now he was being taken away.
Soon that day came and Reinhardt got up one morning after having a very disturbing vision. Torrents of rain were pelting on him and he was being pulled under...drowning. He woke with a start.
"No!" He cried out, his heart pounding in fear. Ramzal rushed to his room.
"Reinhardt! You alright buddy?" Ramzal asked concerned.
Reinhardt could only smile sadly as his heart was once more pulled towards the sea.
"I am sorry...I cannot delay any longer. Tell Masa that this day, Reinhardt Mouri is no more."
Reinhardt quickly gathered up his meager belongings and left.
So? How you like? Interesting? Needs Work? Let me know. Kinda sad though....this one I would rate as a tearjerker. Sad... Anyway, feel free to comment...no flames.