Dranik was walking down the street. The only light was the lanterns on every other or so house. The only sound that he could hear was the rain falling around him. He was only interested in his thoughts. He ignored everyone around him. Many people tried to reach out to him, but he just kept walking, oblivious to his surroundings.

You know, he was just holding you back.

SHUT UP! I don't want to hear anymore from you, you stupid voice! How do I even know you're real?

You don't. You could slowly be going insane. But heed what I say next. There will be a time, when you are a man, when you will have to fight, like your life counts on it. You will not be able to mourn the loss of every life you take. Now, will you put your feelings behind you and fight, or continue to be a pansy and mope for the rest of your life?

Dranik thought for a minute. You said you're me, just a different part, correct?

Yes.

Then, if I die, so do you, correct?

Dranik…

Answer me!

Yes.

Good.

WIth that, Dranik saw an oncoming shipping truck. Swiftly, he was in the road in front of the car. Dammit, Dranik. Now I have to intervene.

Suddenly, a wall of earth erupted from the ground in front of him. Just barely getting enough time, the truck screeched to a halt, the front bumper barely grazing the rock. The driver got out, an old man with grey spiky hair that was receding. He started to yell at Dranik for being reckless and that he was going to report him to the authorities. Dranik tried to take him seriously, but with the man's eyes being constantly closed, he couldn't.

Fine. I'll fight.

Good boy.

With that, he began to walk away from the scene. The old man tried to stop him, but like everyone else, he just ignored him. He walked into the ruins of his old house and looked for his safe. It was made of iron, so of course no damage done by the fire. He grabbed a bunch of Lien and some papers. With the papers in hand Lien in his pocket, he walked down to the weapon shop.

"Sir, we're closed…"

Dranik slammed the papers and Lien on the counter. "I need these made. Now."


"So, how was the dinner party?"

"Aunty, you know I don't like those things. And you know how I feel about the Schnees."

Dygmann was back at his aunt's house in Atlas. He was slouched in one of the many leather recliners in the sitting room. "Stop slouching," his aunt said. "Anyway, with all that aside, how was it?"

He thought for a moment. "I met some interesting people there," he replied. One in particular. He ruined my plan… Sorry, our plan.

"Ooh, what kind of people?" cooed his aunt. "Any girls?" She paused. "But if it's guys that fine too…"

"Oh, no Aunty, not anything like that. Just… interesting people."

"Well, that's good that you had a good time. Sorry I was late. I had to stay with Jacque for a bit longer."

"No, no it's fine Aunty, I understand. It's perfectly fine."

"Alright," she said, standing up and grabbing her glass of wine. "I'm heading to bed."

"Night Aunty."

He continued to sit there, until he eventually fell asleep in the chair. He woke up the next morning and made himself some breakfast. As he was eating, his aunt came downstairs, all groggy from over drinking the night before. She sat across from him at the table.

"So," she managed to get out. "Your parents called last night."

Dygmann froze. He hadn't heard anything from his parents for about three years now. "Yeah?" he replied, mouth full of cereal.

"They want me to send you home."

He spewed his cereal all over the table, getting some on his aunt.

"Eww. Now, go pack. I was told to have you hustle. Now, if you don't mind," she paused to hold back vomit. "I'll be in the restroom."

Dygmann didn't give her a response. He just sat there in shock as she rushed out of the room, panicking. Eventually, he went up to his room, and began to pack. As he was packing, his aunt walked in, this time slightly sober.

"You know, I always knew this day was coming. I knew that this was just a very long break. I never liked my brother. Always away, never had time for anyone. Why should he change now? Why can't you just stay here?"

She had burst into tears at this point. Dygmann got up to hug her. She held him close.

"I don't want you to go. You shouldn't have to."

"I know Aunty. How about just one more night?"

Tears still running down her face. She nodded. "I don't see why not."

As he slept that night, he dreamt of himself in the woods. It was dark and he couldn't see his surroundings. Suddenly, he heard growls all around him. He grew scared. Around him were tons of Beowulves. Unwillingly, he suddenly drew out a long katana. Then, he jumped at one of them. Hacking and slashing, he brutally dissected each one of the individual Beowulves, leaving the ground full of mangled body parts, which soon dissipated into black smoke. Catching his breath, he heard a twig snap. He looked behind him.

Standing there was a figure with a hood and a silver mask, holding a knife. They lunged him. He felt a sharp sting as their blade dug into his arm. Shaking it off, he swung his katana, cutting off a hand in the process. With a bloody stump, the figure still attempted to fight him. Slashing aimlessly, every attack missed. Eventually, he just stuck his sword into their chest and forced the blade upwards. From the stab wound up, the figure was cut in half. They fell to the ground. He spat on their body, then walked off.


When he woke up, he could immediately tell something was wrong. Normally, on a Sunday morning, his aunt would be blasting jazz music in the kitchen while cooking breakfast.

"Aunty?" he called. "Aunty?"

He walked around the house to investigate. He checked the kitchen. Nothing. Then the bathroom. Nothing. Each room after the next. Nothing, nothing, nothing. Eventually, he found her in her room, but what he saw made him vomit on the spot.

She was cut in half from the belly button up. He immediately left the room and called the paramedics. They arrived on scene, and after one of them threw up, they put the body in a body bag and hauled it out of the house. One of them asked him what happened.

"I don't know," he answered. "I just woke up and I found her there."

"Are you sure no one broke into the house?"

"No, sir. I didn't see or hear anything."

"Alright. Well, is there anywhere where we can take you to stay?"

"Well, there are my parents…"

"Where are they?"

"In a small village outside of Atlas."

"Ok, well, we'll get you on the next airship out."

He finished packing, then a taxi took him to the airship depot. As he was getting on the airship, he saw a figure sprint onto the airship. Weird…


They'll never catch me. Newyn thought to himself. I'll get out of this godforsaken place and go to that village outside of the city.

As he made his place in the cargo hold, he was constantly looking over his shoulder. Finally, he felt safe and sat down amongst the luggage. Suddenly, a rat ran across his feet. He got scared and screamed. He felt a tingling sensation as he did this.

Then, the airship started to plummet downwards. What's going on?

"Passengers," the captain said. "We're experiencing power outages in the engines. Please hang on while we re-route power."

I'm going to die. I am legit going to die.

No you're not.

Who is this?

I am… well, I'm you.

Huh?

Never mind. I would hang on if I were you.

Hanging on tightly, he braced for impact. Suddenly, the airship leveled out.

"We now have achieved level altitude. The fasten seatbelt sign is still on as we will be rising in altitude."

Newyn sighed in relief. When his heart rate finally settle, he pulled out one of his daggers and fiddled with it. Eventually, he fell asleep.


Day in, day out. All that went through his mind was "train." Train, train, train. Non-stop. He was not focused on anything but training. After the incident with Mr. Akigawa, he wanted to be a Huntsman. To save lives, not take them.

"Mr. Joshua J. Akigawa was a good friend, great man, horrible father, and terrible husband. Outside of the home, he was the cheeriest man you could meet. However, he was the opposite inside his house. He was abusive, both verbally and physically. Not once did we ever get a good report from the home once Ekiyo Tokugawa was placed in his care. The only reason the boy was left in the home was Mr. Akigawa's wife, Julie Akigawa. It is a mournful loss, but a necessary one."

Ekiyo had barely arrived at the funeral after training time. Not that he wanted to. Why would he want to go to the funeral of the man he murdered? After the funeral, he went back to training with his weapon, in both staff form and nunchuck form. He hardly ever went home, only to eat dinner and sleep. If he wasn't studying, he was training. He eventually found ways to use his tail to fight as well.

He would go to Shade Academy and become a great Huntsman, and Oum help whoever stood in his way...


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