Chapter Three: The Virus Infects
The Dark Wizard wandered through the village, overseeing the "clean up." Most survivors surrendered; some were accepted into his ever-growing army, while others were killed outright. It was during one of these executions that the Wizard himself noticed some of his own units wandering into the very cellar the annoying woman he killed was in. Normally this would not interest him, but after sometime, the orcish knights did not return in a physical sense, only quickly silenced grunts. Something was amiss; The Dark Wizard marched forward to investigate.
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"Dai…" Haide said softly to her sister, "we have to let her go…"
Daioo had been clutching to her mothers remains crying inaudibly, and barely acknowledged her older sisters request.
It had been uncountable hours, maybe days, for the Sakshuro sisters. When their very world came to a sudden halt with the death of their parents.
Daioo looked up at her older sibling with tears streaming, "b...b...but what are we to do?"
Being the older sister, Haide had to be the first one amongst the two of them to come back to reality and realizing that their past life was over, and that they must continue on if they were to survive.
"I don't know…we have to get away from here; maybe mom and dad left us money in these chests or something." Haide said with sadness.
"I hope so…"
With some difficulty, Haide opened up the box with her name engraved in dull bronze. It was heavier then it looked, and the lid fell to the ground with a dull thud. But what she found in the chest was not money or food like she had hoped; it was something she least expected. It was the most beautiful set of katar blades she had ever seen, (and she had seen many due to who her parents were). It had a brilliant silver single blade with runes engraved near the base for left-handed weapon, and duel blade with similar markings for the right. The handles were a golden color with clearly ancient markings with possibly the world's finest leather for grips.
Daioo's box also held an equally magnificent set of weapons as well. But instead of bladed weapons, hers were fashioned into a form of knuckles. Silver diamond tipped studs protruded from the knuckles… with the biggest diamonds they had ever seen along the backside. Along side the weapons…there was a scrap of paper with an identical message on each:
"Haide, Daioo; If you are reading this note, it means that me and your father are incapable of protecting you any longer. Inside these chests are ancient weapons that your father and I have kept hidden since before you were born. Each one has been magically sealed, and is ten fold the strength and durability then many of the best tools today. They are bound to each of you as you are to us. They are the embodiment of everything that you will stand for, though what that is, is a decision entirely up to you. Your father and I both love you very much, and no matter what happens, these weapons, along with your memories of us, will guide you to your destiny if you let them.
P.S. don't forget to wash behind your ears
Love always your parents;
Sakura and Kisho"
Fighting back tears once more, Haide picked up her katars and felt a tremendous sense of power flow through her body. It distracted her so much; she didn't notice the large figure hovering over her with weapon raised. Without thinking…Haide rolled to her left at the last possible moment, and turned to see a gruesome blood stained axe now occupying the space she was just in. Giving into the feeling that seemed to flow through her, she jumped back once more and kicked off the wall, dodging yet another horrifying weapon, this time a jagged claymore, and decapitated the axe wielding Orc. As Haide landed, the claymore that nearly took off her own head clashed ownerless beside her. Looking back she saw Daioo, equipped with her new knuckles, pulverizing what was once an Orcs face into a bloody pulp.
As the dust settled, and silence returned, both sisters looked at each other puzzled. Before they could say anything about what had just occurred, the light from cellar door was blocked by the man who started this all…
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Staring from the top of the stairs, the Dark One was curious at to the site before him. Laid about the cellar were two of his strongest warriors, each lacking any vital signs. As he scanned the room he noticed three shapes huddled in a corner. One he noticed right away as the woman who damaged his body, the other two were smaller. Children. He smiled to himself with a tinge of amusement at the though of mere children slaughtered his best warriors. Children of that accursed woman he gathered. To further expedite his enjoyment of the scenario he sent his two shadow guards, hand picked and trained to be his personal guards and assassins, to go kill the girls.
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Daioo was the first one to notice the cloaked one. With a flick of his wrist, two warriors appeared from the shadows as if they were such. With near inhuman speed they crossed the room and attacked. Haide was already dodging the twin blades of the first attacker, and Daioo parried the attacks of the other with uncanny ease. For what seemed like an eternity, the dance of death was played. Haide's twin katars switched from defence to offence and repeatedly struck so fast that the first attacker let out a horrible scream, as it realised it no longer had vital organs, or an abdomen for that matter, and collapsed to floor. The second attacker then broke combat and lunged at Haide, slashing a gash across her face, but otherwise left her unscathed. Upon seeing her sister wounded, Daioo gave into her rage and five orbs of pure light started to form around her. She shouted at the top of her lungs words that meant nothing to her and crossed the distance between her and the attacker instantly. With a brilliant flash of light the second attacker was reduced to nothing more then atoms. As both girls rose, they charged the cloaked man but were stopped in their tracks by a concussive blast from his raised hand, knocking them unconscious.
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The fight lasted fifteen seconds. With a sense of astonishment, the Wizard let out a laugh as the remains of his most loyal and deadly guards were strewn about the room. He must have those girls he thought, and signalled warriors that had gathered outside into the room to collect them. They would make fine additions to his cause indeed.