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Chapter Four: Darkness turned to Light

It was a dark, cold, windy night, and to make it even worse, it was raining. The small, icy drops of liquid sprayed down on the tents of the large campgrounds, as the dark army gathered quickly to the center of the camp. A bonfire lived there, which was protected from the rain by a spruce wood roof. Of course, the ninjas had taken the job with getting all of the wood for the tired warriors so they could have some rest.

As Yamikage walked in, he noticed one of his fellow shinobi was sitting alone, so he sat himself down by him, sipping tea through his cloth mask. When he was done, he placed the cup on a stump that happened to be next to him. When done, he spoke in his deep voice that startled the young shinobi.

"Have you ever wondered who wrote the ancient art of the shinobi, Anonymous?" Anonymous shrugged in a short and quiet reply. Their small conversation was interrupted by Sir Beyangan as he gave out orders to prepare for the oncoming night.

"Ninjas! You will keep on night patrol! Do whatever you need to do to keep those pesky little armored brats out of here! But Yamikage." He looked at him with sad eyes. "Stay here. There is something I need to show you." After Sir Beyangan directed the rest of the men, he came up to Yamikage and handed him a letter. "It's from your wife..." Then, he turned his round body, and headed to his tent. He stopped at the cloth door and spoke quietly to himself, "I'm truly sorry Yamikage..." Then strode into his tent.

Yamikage opened the rice paper scroll and poured through the words like water on a smooth surface. It read;

Dear Yamikage,

I miss you dearly! Why aren't you sending letters back? I've been waiting for nearly three decades! Sure is a long time for a husband to not answer back to his wife! If you've read the last letter I sent you, you should know that Salaix has attacked our village and killed pretty much everyone that was in the village.., including our daughter! I wish so dearly to cry in your arms... Please leave that wretched place and come home, so that we can rebuild a new village! Me and the rest of the survivors are staying on Ivo until the village is rebuilt...

Your forgotten wife, Koy

Tears stung his eyes and dripped onto the letter that shook viciously in his hands. He cried from the loss of his only daughter. He too yearned for his wife's love... He threw the letter into the bonfire and watched it burn as his heart hurt from the deep, dark hole that was just then cut out at that very moment. "I'm coming for you, Salaix. You will pay for what you did." And he left the camp, silently.

...

"Well done, Cipher." A cloaked Ivoian complimented the young wanderer's oil painting of an old willow tree, as he had instructed to do so.

"Thank you, Drifter." Cipher thanked the old wanderer.

"You're very welcome, my boy."

The boy smiled at the fact that he was called 'my boy'. It made him think of his father who was incredibly close to him. 'I wonder why Drifter is in such a good mood today? Usually he's just a grumpy old fart...'

He heard loud footsteps coming behind him, he wondered who it was. He then looked up and saw that it was just another wanderer. 'Awe... I thought it was Stranger...' The particular wanderer was famous for his intelligence and stealth, as well as his archery and artistic skill. But this was just one of the messenger wanderers. Name says it all, they are just wanderers that send and retrieve letters for the chief.

Cipher noticed that the messenger had a letter in his hand, but didn't say man opened his hand to speak, butf it's was stopped by one of Drifter's mitten-clad hands."No interruptions when I am teaching a class. Understood?" The man nodded quietly, then handed him the letter. Drifter looked at the letter flatly, then glared at the poor guy as he took the letter. "Why did you not tell me sooner?" The intimidated man just stood there, not saying a word. "Well?" Drifter asked impatiently. "You going to answer?"

"You.., you stopped me from responding, Drifter..." He answered quietly as everyone that was in the room watched their conversation explode with words flowing from each other's mouths.

"Who's it from?" He asked. The man hesitated a little before he spoke, then answered softly.

"It's from Stranger the Wanderer himself. You know what that means.., don't you, Drift." Drifter sighed as he placed his hand over his forehead.

"Yes..." He cringed as he spoke those words. He knew exactly who this letter came from was going to say, though the other wanderers didn't know Stranger all that much. They really didn't expect all that much out of the letter.

Later that same day, Drifer realized that an hour had passed and he still had yet to read Stranger's letter. The student, too, noticed and we're all wondering the same thing; Why won't he just read the darned letter? What if it's an emergency?

An awkward silence fell upon the small class as Drifter headed towards the letter and picked it up. The students all held their breath as if something extraordinary would happen if they did so. I didn't work so well because he just dismissed the class and strode out the door with his cloak flowing behind him. The students just stared blankly into the wooden door.

The first student to get up was a lower-class wanderer that was entitled, Bearer. Shortly after he had gotten up to pack, the rest of the class followed and soon enough, the classroom was empty.

That same night, Drifter was at his large wooden desk, candles lit, reading glasses equipped, and reading the letter. It said in neat letters:

Drifter,

You must come to Popo village! We are under attack and most of our soldiers have fallen from battle! We need reinforcements! Come as quickly as possible! If you are wondering, it's Saliax. He's the new nightmare of the Galaxy, so it is our duty as The Wanderer's Order, to help the GSA defeat him and his army of demons! And just letting you know, Yamikage is still alive. He has come back to get his revenge on Kirby.

Thats all the information I have at the moment, so I hope I'll be seeing you sooner than later!

~Stranger

'Wow, that's all he had? Interesting, but, really Stranger? 'That's all the information I have at the moment' it doesn't seem like him... He usually has a ton of information to give me...' Drifter thought. 'We'll leave at the first call of the morning dove.'

...

Edge stirred in his twin bed as the sunlight poured onto his face. He groaned as he opened his deep blue eyes to see Thorn, Meta Knight, Emit, Stranger, and a familiar girl eating breakfast at a small table that happened to be next to bed.

Suddenly, Emit smirked as he saw the right moment to prank Stranger. He ruedly dumped Stranger's blue cup of milk onto his brown shirt, then laughed amused that he had actually managed to tick Stranger off. Stranger sighed a stressful sigh."I'm gonna go wash this off now. He said flatly as he got up and walked out the door.

Thorn chuckled, and soon enough everyone joined. Edge smiled. He enjoyed when people laughed, just not when there laughing at something he didn't think was right to laugh at. Emit was the first one to notice that he was awake. "Well look who's finally awake! You hungry?" Emit asked heartily.

"No thanks. I'm not that hungry after what I saw yesterday..."

"Ohh... Okay." Edge had a sad look painted on his face. Emit became concerned for him. "Are you okay, Edge? You seem depressed..."

"I'm fine.., just way too much input..." Emit frowned, usually Edge acted happy and confident when they were battling. "I'm gonna go for a morning walk..." He looked at Thorn, who stood up.

"You'll need someone to go with you. At least someone who is capable of protecting you if anything goes wrong." Edge nodded, then Emit walked over with Susurri, who was still unknown by him.

"Well? What're we waiting for? Let's go!" Edge looked at Susurri with curious eyes.

"You seem familiar.., what is your name?" She hesitated, then replied softly, her eyes sparkling like diamonds.

"I-I'm Susurri." Edge's eyes widened as he blushed. Emit and Thorn smirked in sync as they shared glances. "I know what y-you're thinking, why.., why did I-" She was interrupted by Edge as he embraced her as tears stung his eyes.

"I've missed you so much..." He finally pulled away. "By the way, can I ask you something?" She nodded, assuring him that he could do as he pleased. "What makes you come here?"

"I really don't know actually.., heh..." Susurri looked to Thorn, and then to Emit. They both nodded, again, in sync. "Actually, I heard that Saliax was coming to attack this little village, so I came as soon as possible." Edge grunted, in understanding. Emit suddenly groaned.

"When are we going on that walk-" Suddenly two Ivoian soldiers rushed in, panting and out of breath.

"Sir! Yamikage has come to talk with you!" One said between ragged gasps. "And he seems to be really mad about something, so best choose your words carefully when you speak with him!" Thorn walked out with the two soldiers to see Yamikage standing right in front of him. He looked at Yamikage with sharp eyes as the two soldiers shared worried glances. "You think we made a mistake bringing him here?" One asked. "Yeah, I think we did..." The other answered, trembling in his armor, which made an annoying sound. At least that's what Thorn did.

"Would you two please leave me alone with this, traitor?" Thorn said sharply. The two soldiers stood straight, and marched off. Thorn glared at Yamikage and spoke in a deep, noble voice, "What do you want from us? Why are you here? Give me information about you "lord's" plan! I demand you to!" Yamikage stared at him flatly.

"You seriously think that I'm going to listen to you? Well, actually, you're right!" Thorn looked surprised. Yamikage chuckled.

"You look a little bit surprised there my friend!" His eyes began to turn from bloody-red, to their original color of blue. Thorn was awestruck. This was truely darkness turned to light.