(Oh, by the way, this is before they verse Loco, and of course, before Ginta separates Alan and Edward)
Chapter 2: The Village of Fire
The warmth he felt as he left the icy plain made him feel very uncomfortable. He wasn't used to heat this strong. He was icy to the core, a cold heart, and ice was the way he lived, ever since he was a small child. As he entered this desolate village, he took a quick glance at the sign, and noticed a poster below it. When he noticed his sister on hit, he quickly ran to it. It talked of their accomplishments against the Chess Pieces, of which it went on to show many of the enemies they had already fought.
They haven't even fought a bishop level yet! This is a joke! he thought to himself. It seemed as though everywhere he turned he saw his sister and her group of friends: the blond boy, the monkey boy, the Luberian, the Cross Guard, the dog-man and the other girl. But, this was not his problem. When he left, he was almost a knight, and if he ever found them, he'd work his way there faster than anyone had ever gone before. That is, if he needed to.
As he continued further into the city, he felt the need to take of his extra protection; where it had been helping against the cold, it now cooked from the warmth. First was the cloak, then the jumper, showing his T-shirt beneath: a black and white shirt, with a red skull-and-crossbones emblem on his chest. Really, he was only a young teenager, being around fifteen to sixteen years old; he had stopped keeping track of his age since more important things were on him mind. He had few clothes and personal items: a spare change, his three ÄRM and some identification to prove he was a Chess Piece. All he needed now was to find a link to them.
Ginta woke to a new day, better than the last in that today they had a set of battles against them, and he knew that his team would do well. He got ready for the games by taking a few calming breaths and some magic power channelling before waking the "un-wakeable": his legendary ÄRM Babbo.
"What do you think you're doing?" Babbo asked as he found himself on the floor with a bruise on his head.
It's times like this I wish he couldn't talk, Ginta thought "Getting you out of bed! The games'll be starting soon, so get a move on!" He grabbed the end of Babbo's hammer and dragged him out of the room, with Babbo struggling all the way.
Sideways glances were being made at the stranger to the village, and gasps of horror were exerted as they notice the cuts, bruises, scathes and his beaten down body. But mostly they stayed away in case he was a Chess Piece; they were notorious for starting trouble, burning down buildings, desecrating towns and being destructive. The looks seemed not to faze him as he continued his path down the trail and to the centre of the city. He definitely had an ear pierced, but this could prove nothing. They all just let him pass, until he reached the centre, and turned left. He seemed determined to reach his destination, and none were too keen on stopping him. Until one idiot stepped in his way.
It took him three seconds to try and be obnoxious and get in the stranger's way. Everyone looked on, some because of fear, other for knowledge, and the rest for wonder. The man whowas blocking his path was larger, fatter, and most likely stronger, moving with him when he did, stepping forward as he tried stepping backwards to go around. He seemed to enjoy taunting the stranger this way. This was a great mistake.
"You leave me no choice," said the stranger in an icy cold voice. In an instant, the man was stabbed through his chest with a dagger made of ice; it had seemed as though the young teenager had not moved an inch, but they could all see the dagger sticking out the idiotic man's back, catching and reflecting the amplified sunlight. The man had uttered no command, but, from the 3 magical stones glinting in the hilt of the weapon showed it was definitely an ÄRM, a weapon ÄRM if they were not mistaken. As he pulled the blood-stained dagger out of the man's chest, everyone quickly resumed what they were doing, no-one standing in his way as he finally reached the house at the end of the street.
(Foot Note: Yay! Chapter 2 is complete! So, yes, this story's rating has been booted up just in case the blood and the dagger were too much, but I really don't think it's all that bad. My chapters will get longer hopefully, so stay tuned. Net time, he rejoins the Chess Pieces after a small test. Should be a good one! Oh, by the way, I'm 13 too, so rate fairly )