The oddest arrival

they can approach with the silence of a morning

they can go like the light of the night

they can speak in words that no one will ever under stand

but they always come the most in the night

( A.N. ) Ok I'm sorry for most of the misspellings but hopeful not alot of people aren't getting lost that would really really sux. but I hope the people who are following along are at least interesting cause I haven't heard many comments and yes things will get more interesting but ya'll have to give me some time. I have thought most of it through but I haven't had alot of time to write it out. But now with holidays finished I can at least have more time to write of course if I don't sleep so much and stay up that late but that is what we all mostly do. I would like more comments if ya would do so please...ok I'm going to make thoughts italicized ( tilled) so people can find thoughts and not be so confused with of it was said and or if it was a thought ok if this doesn't work out so well let me know ok... so to stop delaying things here is the new chapter. hope you like .

(P.O.V. Narrator)

In the distance far from our small group. He sat looking down from above. Near by was the office where he held the meetings. A small well was near by. His black hair swirled in the breeze. The dark eyes blinked at a passing leaf that ran in fear of his cold gaze. On his upper arm there was in the form of a circle. The circle was lined with spikes. In the center was two daggers that met end to end in the shape of a mountain. The daggers were lined with designs of waves. This mark was burned into his flesh so many years ago. But still was just as red as the day he was branned.

( P.O.V. of him)

Where the hell are they? If I sit in this tree any longer I wil-. In the distance a faint thump could be heard as it neared the house to his left. Finally there they are. I jumped down to meet them and their soldiers. Their eyes widen with surprise or was it fear.

( P.O.V. Narrator)

There was seventeen rows in each where two hundred and fifty men. The first where the generals. They where Karhisden, Hakrieden, Gensurea, Terswashe, Jeioarhe, Takeuhyash, Mensurtuy, Rehshrugand, Wehsurneh, Pahrekned, Dewgenash, Marutaten, Leakenionisha, Cahrewhaltea, Genjsequ, Makruy, Nahruwe , and Yendensa. The followers of the generals fell silent. Their breath was thin whisps in front of their faces formed a cloud above them. He slowly began pacing the rows. His search leaded him down each one.

(A.N. unless you are very talented at speak foreigner sounds and very good at speaking each letter so that it fits . I wouldn't try to say their names. but if you really want to know how to say it right. they are pronounced every three letters like Kar-his-den except for Reh-shrug-and - he is four in the middle- but with the other it is the same so say it every three letters start the first letters off with the proper sounds and it will be easy to say. here is where alpha phonics pays off. )

"WELCOME" ,He said as his deep voice boomed across the rows. He looked for the weak. He looked for the ones that shivered as he spoke; those who looked sleepy; those who looked overfed; those who looked underfed; those who he couldn't trust. The count of those where thirty-five. "Humph. YOU!" ,he boomed pointing to one of them. They jumped slightly. "I want you to remove yourself from this row now. From now on if I call you out of your rows I want you to stand in front of your leader and face them." He went about and called each one out. The smug ones thought they where being honored. Wow being called out by the famous Katiachwe the Stream hehehehehe where some of their thoughts. While the cowardly stood at the apointed place frozen from fear ,questions ,and the chilled air.

After the process was complete. Katiachwe marched till he stood in front of them. Two of the chosen were in front of each general. Except the eighth one; he had three. "Well I'm very disappointed by all of you." ,He said with the stern look. " First you arrive twenty minutes later. Probably do to the morons in front of you. That you chose to be in this organization." He paused as he looked for them to show signs of hurt from the failure. Only the smirks from the ones up front changed. The rest had a solemn look and blinked into the silence. Katiachwe paced again in front of them all. " But I mostly enraged by you ,Hakrieden. Three ? THREE! It is bad enough that there is even one in front all of you but three! The next time I see any of you I don't want even one standing up here! Now unless you can explain to me why is it that this up here are worthy to be considered in your ranks let me know now because I have already seen no reason to let them remain...WELL IS THERE A REASON?!?!" ,He shouted. He looked left and right at the leaders. No one said any thing. The only ones that show remorse where the chosen. "Well I see no objection...and that makes me smile because I know now that this problem will be soon resolved." The soldiers wonder what he meant ,but the generals knew all to well what the next moments where. For many years ago there where eighteen generals. Katiachwe and all of them where on a mission years ago, when Keitheanda fell behind and was later found as a traitor. He was the last problem solved.

Katiachwe made the chosen line up. His hands lighted with kakra. Slowly water rose from its deep lair and as a might beast was beckoned as if to its masters call. It swirled itself around the line of disgraces and dived into their eyes and hands. Their screams filled the air but soon was silenced with a water muff as it rushed into them. The rows either cringed sightly or eyes widened with fear. The water that was in gushed out as the water on the outside of the bodies crushed them. The blood mixed within the water and bone fragments fell midst the rest of the mixture of the dead failures. The soldiers know why now he was called Katiachwe the Stream. For the stream's bed is soon your death bed. He hands glow soon began to fade. He pointed the hydro-monster back to its home. It obeyed. "Well now that is done. We may continue on to the meeting. The first group that I wish to go is... Terswashe. Your mission is to kill the target if and when you succeed bring me an object that they will have on them at all times. If and when you fail the next group will go." ,Katiachwe looked at the sky where the sun had become to be seen time is wasting. "You as generals can chose just who and how many to send at a time. But when these of your group goes. The general will proceed to where you have failed. As for you who fell. I will know where is that you stand. Till We know if Terswashe is successful or not the rest of you replace those failures and train the ones behind you. So that you can trust them when you aren't there to see them."

With a grim look Katiachwe began to pace the rows again. "Now for you, soldiers. If what you just saw was your first witness of a death of a friend or a comrade or unknown person. Well look all around you ,in front of you ,behind you ,and at yourself. Because this people and yourself are about to face someone who isn't going to show others where they went wrong. Because when they kill they leave know behind. When they protect someone they make sure no place is open for attack. For their range is more than twice as long as their arms in a circle and it is in there that they can be kill. If you can touch their fingers you are either dead, or in the right spot to kill them , or you are the one that they a protecting. Now they hardly protect someone. So you will see. I want you all to remeber what you just saw and these words." He was at the front again. "That is all that is needed to know. Your general will tell you who it the target when you are going. Now Terswashe I assume that it would be best to go before they decide to change their direction. Or go to another village. Now your dismissed. " Katiachwe went into his house as the boom of the last steps faded. He walked back to his bed and looked across the room at the desk supplied with papers.