[Zeik the Lightning Swordsman]
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D U A L ~ S W O R D S M A N
Zeik awakens in a room unknown to him. He quickly leaps from the covers, his hands reaching for his swords instinctively.With cautious movements, Zeik stands and looks at himself with a strange face... He was in soft black pajamas. With a shake of his head he carefully pads down the stairs, the smooth floors surprisingly warm upon his bare feet. As he reaches the bottom of the stairs, he is greeted by silence... "Is this some kind of joke?... Am I dead or something?..." He says out loud, hoping to get an answer in return...
With a sigh, he sheathes his swords and approaches a table laden with food. A bowl of fruit is the first thing to catch his eye. Reaching into the bowl, Zeik pulls out an apple and munches on it with a crunch, the juice dripping down his chin with a tiny trickle. As he wipes his chin of the juice, Zeik freezes in complete shock... Images of the passed two days flash before his eyes in a painful flurry, making him drop the apple and stagger backwards into a wall. His breathing becomes heavy, his eyes wild as he looks down into his open palms as a drop of sweat slides down his forehead...
"...I killed them all."
He runs his hands through his hair, trying to grasp the situation at hand. He had murdered Twenty three men and women... Not exactly innocent, but he had still killed them with his own hands... His master's swords... No,
His swords. His body goes slack, his thoughts now on his dead master... His father, brother, and teacher all in one man whom he would have died for at any given moment... Tears begin to well in his eyes as his shoulders convulse with silent sobs. It was a pitiful sight, Zeik crouched on the floor against the wall of his supposed new living space. The tears pour from his eyes, soaking the sleeves of the soft black pajamas as he curls up as tight as he can, feeling as though he were a little boy again, all alone in the world.
Well... Zeik is alone now.
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