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 Posted: Thu May 06, 2010 10:40 pm
____________________ ❀ 1: Table of Contents ❀ 2: Journal Entry 1 ❀ 3: Reflections: Shin-Mu and Jianyu ❀ 4: Reflections: Kiran ❀ 5: Reflections: Kyung ❀ 6: Reflections: Jianyu ❀ 7: Reflections: Kotone ❀ 8: Reflections: Yuudai ❀ 9: Reflections: Jianyu ❀ 1o: Reflections: Bataar ❀ 11: Solo Battle #1: The Target ❀ 12: Reflections: Solo Battle #1 ❀ 13: Reflections: Shin-Mu ❀ 14: Journal Entry 2: Solo ❀ 15: Reflections: Kyung ❀ 16: Reflections: Shin-Mu ❀ 17: Solo Battle #2: Beaten ❀ 18: Reflections: Solo Battle #2
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Posted: Sat May 22, 2010 1:33 pm
This is a hard thing for me to do today. I was given a black book, quills and ink to write what people call a journal. In this journal, I am to have my thoughts of a day recorded and my thoughts on them. It was an assignment and request of our teachers at the academy and i find that it is silly, i do not have thoughts on my days or anything of the sort, since my thoughts are well...confidential? That is the life that i live so i must not speak of it, nor write of it here.
But it seems i have, our teachers have said that journals are personal and not for others to read, so i am free to write of it. But what if this book falls in the hands of an enemy Intel gatherer? I will be careful with what i write then and to make sure to not disclose anything that will betray me.
I feel that I am crammed in my household as of now. Since starting the Academy I have been working nonstop to make sure that no one threats come to my brother. It is hard to remain hidden of identity when I am constantly going forth to scare any potential dangers to the eldest of the Lees. At the same time, I have never been this close to my brother as he treats me differently than mother and father. Though we do not speak vocally, we are well trained in hand signals to each other and communicate efficiently enough that we can trust each other to not worry. I find that he makes it easy for me to protect him if we had no interfere with mother.
My brother is a great man though and I loyal to him regardless of family ties, even to do so enough to leave him to his privacy when with his Fiancée, who is a pure and upstanding lady. I see no other matches for my brother like she does. If my brother is happy, then by being a tool dedicated to him and his blood brother as well, I am happy.
Speaking of my mother’s disapproval, she has found that my master of many years Kade is unworthy of training me any further and has pulled me from his care to return to live in the household. Kade was adamant and my father has compromised that I may stay to continuing my metal work, it is a passable profession for one such as myself, being a third son and to be a good cover for the fact that I am instead an assassin and Intel agent at night. But this is not a journal entry for my nightly activities, this is to recount my feelings up until now.
Tomorrow I shall return to the academy for another day of studies and more duties to my brother. It is getting late now and I must blow my candle out, no missions tonight and I would like to sleep peacefully. Goodnight to this journal.
- Huang
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Posted: Sat May 22, 2010 1:57 pm
Reflections on A Trip into Destiny ( Shin-Mu x Huang-Fu) And Reflections on Not Really Alone ( Jianyu x Huang-Fu) Journal Entry -
I open this journal today for another entry and I must elaborate on the importance of this entry.
I have met two individuals recently and have found myself quite intrigued and interested in. I will begin with my first encounter and then to my second for both are equally and separately influential on me.
My first encounter was that of young woman, dark skinned and a light coral pink hair color. She had eyes like a pale lily green and a demeanor of a Regal and Upstanding Lady of class. Needless to say that I didn’t give her attention to her at first until she tripped on my book supplies I kept strewn about. I have to say though that her unfortunate was certainly my fortune as I got to converse with somebody that wasn’t all together a conspirator. I don’t even know her allegiance but that doesn’t bother me as much. Her name is Shin-Mu and is a very skilled musician and soul conduit. After tripping on my books, she twisted her ankle and I took care of it with proper first aid in which I was awarded with her calming music. It is the first time that I have been in the presence of somebody that does not set me up for…how do I say…Battle would be the best thing I can come up with. It’s nice to have someone to just…talk to.
Which brings me to my second encounter, one I must press has affected me greatly and deeply.
As I went to the Marshlands for training like I usually do, especially since I no longer am allowed to train under Kade as often, I met an older fighter by the name of Qian Jianyu. He told me of my improper training, which I find odd. Offering to teach my proper methods of strengthening myself, Jianyu took me to his business which was also his home and we began a strenuous training regimen.
I must say though, Jianyu brought out something in me that has not been touched in years, my feelings and rage of Yuan are as fresh as they we’re a year ago and I didn’t realize how strongly they we’re before meeting Jianyu who brought me to light. He knows more about these feelings I have, then any of my brothers, my family even my old master Kade does and so we have made a bond with each other. There are things that he brought to my attention, that I need to learn to stop suppressing and to feel.
As we battled it out with each other, my emotions raw and unbalanced, Jianyu vowed to stay by my side and that brought something into my very soul, a sort of humanity that I did not have before. I feel that Jianyu is much close to the feelings I had to Yuan, whether it is to replace Yuan or not is something entirely different. I bound myself to him, even he doesn’t know it by my words and also vowed to stay by his side through thick or thin, for we have no become Student and Master, and Jianyu holds the fate of my humanity in his hands.
It is late and the more I write of this, the more I feel tired and ragged. I shall sleep tonight and have an early morning. Good night Journal.
-Huang
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Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2010 12:50 am
Reflections on: Fishing in the Dead Mans CoveJournal Entry -
I shall refer to this journal as a person now and so Good Evening Journal. I have a bit of a daunting day today. I headed to one of my most frequented fishing spots today, intent on enjoying a quiet and peaceful day off from studies and an even rarer day off from family duties. Though I am always bound to do something for the day, My brother is well kept in the house today, with my sister as his guardian. Leaving me to do as I please. As I set up my gear over the little cove I had chosen for fishing today, I was met with a most unexpected and definitely unwanted presence.
Kiran was his name, of Noble allegiance, though I did not know that after our first few minutes of talking. We talked a bit of fishing, and though he had meant no harm in the first place, I wanted to spread my dominance over the cove for the day and told him to leave. Which escalated into a argument. Kiran called me snobby, which I thought was a highly non applicable terms to me and I am still stunned to this day in which he referred me!
I am sorry journal, I do not mean to dig the quill into your pages, but the mere thought of what this man had done boils inside me even now. After accusing me of theft of a public spot of fishing, we made a bet of sorts. Which when I look back on it now was crass and crude of a legionnaire such as myself. That being said, I accepted it. It was a fight for rights to the spot, whoever wins would not be able to return for the rest of his days.
It was a crude battle like the bet we made for it. As we dueled it out, I could feel all the hate for the nobles rise up in me and explode onto that battle. Wasn’t it always like a noble to take something I truly cherished from me.
Again I have marred the pages with the pressing of my quill, I fear the page will be filled with tears and blobs of ink. But back to the rest of the story, Kiran was a skilled fighter, every blow I threw at him he was quick to parry and return twice fold. I felt that I had losing ground in this battle we duked out. His aim to my back caught me off guard and even now still it pains me to breathe. He was a much more skilled fighter than I, which pains me worst then the physical pain he inducted on me. It burns me that I was defeated so easily and now I have doubled my efforts in training. I will not let another Noble beat me again.
It is time for me to retire for the night Journal, I have applied a cooling balm to the bruises of the battle with Kiran and feel that I have put myself into a relaxed state in need of sleep so I may heal faster.
-Huang
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Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2010 12:51 am
Reflections on: The Back of a Tree
Journal Entry –
Hello Journal,
I have yet another interesting day to speak of, as this one has impacted me more greatly then most of my days in the same location. I was sitting among the Cherry trees of the Cherry tree hill, at the largest trunk on the very top of the hill. And though I didn’t have you, my journal with me, I begin to speak of my plight out loud, as if talking to the tree. Amazingly enough, not only did the tree respond, but gave an insightful view into what I had said.
However before I write more, I must alliterate that I am not crazy and that the tree of course hadn’t talked to me, but a voice from the back of it did. As we sat, facing opposite ways of the tree, I and the mysterious voice I was oddly enchanted with been discussing the various flaws of our lifestyle. It was odd, yet comforting to know that I didn’t suffer such a horrible fate as well. I must say that I was quite in comfortable talking to the stranger. It was like our alliances, our faces and our standings didn’t matter when we couldn’t see each other. For all I know it could’ve been a Noble at the back smirking at me. And yet I didn’t feel that way at all, it felt natural as we talked to each other.
We have both realized that mothers can be horrible, and though it is not good graces to condemn the ones who give us life, it is unfair how they treat both me and in the case of the one behind me, unfairly. Even more so is the fathers of our life, while one knew oppression from one side, I knew nothing but cold disdain and a unfamiliar man. It was oddly comforting and relaxing as we let the day pass and told our stories.
Even more so, I was had promised the other boy to return for more visits and chats, which was odd enough. I do not promise many things and do not intend to break this one. Tomorrow, or the next I will be sure to meet my new friend at our meeting place.
-Huang
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Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2010 12:52 am
Reflections on: In this Haze Together
Hello Journal,
I have almost distressing news to write about as I sit here. I have just returned recently from Jianyu’s house where apparently I had collapsed from our training together. He insists that I had a fever and reacted to it. I do not; well I do, but not clearly remember it. It’s kind of hazy the night before. But Jianyu, he said I had kissed him. If that is so, and though it is true now, then I have shared my first kiss with my master. I am embarrassed to write about it, though this is a personal writing for myself. Even now as I write this, my face turns red. I have even confessed my love for him. To fall so easily, it is because he has mended something in me. And though it is not romantic love, if I am sure, it is a strong enough love to make me want to protect him. He has seen something inside me that is deep, no one else has seen and for that, I am bare before him. I do not think he knows the power he could hold over me, to care for him so deeply; it is if I have Yuan back. Even now, the hatred I had to nobles is dwindling, I have become mature through this meeting, or so I think with Jianyu. Though I still hate nobles with a passion, it neither is nor for the same reasons as before. Jianyu has taught me a valuable lesson as I trained with him, and that is not to defy memories of the dead. I wish for forgiveness from Yuan, as I have wronged his memory by acting through vengeance in his name, and from here on I will remember him as we use to be, not as he had died.
Even as we speak of Yuan, the training I received from Jianyu is working. I have been able to calm my emotions, and use them to power me instead of distracting me. I feel proud to say that in such a long time, I feel stronger than I did before, and though I still hurt from the pain of my loss. I have balanced it out with what I have gained and in doing so I feel as if I have gained a balance in my soul.
It must be weird to speak of these things so adamantly here in this book, but I cannot express my joy from being Jianyu’s pupil, even now as I think of him, I get a small smile that feels as if it cracks my face. He is the keeper of my humanity and slowly he is helping me gain it back, even now, I have become a little more social with strangers and not so quick to judge. It has been eye opening, and I have no qualms.
Yet there is a pain inside me, if I change, will I recognize who I become? I do not know, but even so, for now I will revel in the joy of becoming someone anew and not to dwell on my changing.
Ah it is time to blow the candle out before the wick burns through the candle. I will write again journal.
-Huang
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Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2010 12:53 am
Reflections on: Fishing and Mandarin Oranges
Hello Journal,
I have met a few interesting people today, though one will stand out to me as I took her under my wing. Kotone, a young warrior for the legions like myself became my student in the ways of fishing. I am not one for students, seeing as we were both of the same age and class of experience. Both of us students at the prestigious academy where we were both studying the way of war.
It was purely by chance that she caught me and somehow, I ended up giving her lessons early in the morning. We spent a day together as I taught her the ways to successfully fish out in the world. We chose a small cove where I showed her how to fish well enough to catch her own dinner. She was a quick student and liked to talk, not that I didn't mind, It was nice enough to have a easy conversation and she said some things that were pretty funny.
In the end though we separated and I have not heard from her since. It was though, a interesting fishing trip. I shall eat some of the oranges and fish from this in remembrance of the gift she gave me as well.
-Huang
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Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2010 12:53 am
Reflections on: Whispers in the Dark
Hello Journal,
I have distressing, if not pressing writings here. Even now my hand shakes from the sheer memory of the injustice served; I cannot even stress the pain of how I feel now. As I walked the path of the shops late last night, I was picked out from the crowd and accused. Yes, my dear journal, I was accused of harassing customers of an Inn and scaring them away.
I cannot even stress how this has affected me. A blonde man woman came up to me, wearing the uniform and pointed his finger at me and dared me to be tell him I was guilty for scaring his customers away. Needless to say, at first I thought to ignore him, he had gotten me confused with a stranger obviously. But he was instituted that I was the one that did it and in doing so, caused a scene as he yelled and flailed his arms around. It was quite the escapade.
We argued and we argued and insulted each other to the point where everything came out. He was a filthy Noble, and of course as an innocent Legion, he would find fault in me. We challenged each other to a duel to prove my innocence and in doing to, I pretty much guaranteed that I was right and he wasn’t.
Tonight I meet him for our battle.
-Huang
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Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2010 12:54 am
Reflections on: Backtracking through the woods
Hello Journal,
I write this journal after a night with my master in the woods. We had an interesting adventures of sorts that was met with Ghost, being lost and finally ending up home after a grueling battle of sorts.
I feel so bad for Master Jianyu though, he seemed pretty terrified the whole trip. Since both of us returned safe though, I will head out on missions. the night, Is one I only remember in glimpses after all.
-Huang
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Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2010 1:00 am
Reflections on: A Deadly Kind of Night
Dear Journal,
I have met the most intolerable man I have ever laid eyes on. I was sent on a mission to find a one Fighter named Bataar Jaoret and so, I found his yurt. My mission was simple, kill or injure the man to the point of death and leave him to rot a way. What I was met within instead was a mountain of a man far more powerful then I. I cannot even fathom the grueling shame I felt as he so easily lifted me and threw me around like a rag doll. I didn't stand a chance.
I would be less pleased to be writing here now if this action didn't happen while I was with the other man. Bataar thought it funny to joke around as he hoisted me up and threatened my life. I was young and naive and didn't have an understand of how easily I could be squashed by the other man.
He insulted me worst when he told me that the only way to live was by paying me with my body, like a woman does when she wants coin. I wanted to live so I told him I would and instead, he threw me out with the pure knowledge that to live, he would ever hold the fact that he had asked for my body as payment. I am shamed, and have declared Bataar to be my single enemy that one day I would kill. Kill so intently that even the goddess wouldn't want his mangled soul. One day soon it will happen.
I am too tired and shamed to write more Journal, so I take my leave of you.
-Huang
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Posted: Sun Jun 20, 2010 3:30 pm
Solo battle
Setting: Huang is sent a solo mission of Intel when he is discovered by a Noble Captain. Huang makes a quick escape while the captain follows him until his forced to attack, leaving the woman injured.
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Huang stayed silent as he listened to his father and mother give him and his sister the details of the next mission. While Huang was still in a academy student he was not excused from his duties as a family spy and assassin. This time was no different, with his books tucked away in his room and another day he’d probably missed, He looked to his sister who had graduated the academy already and looked back to the ground. Not only could he never tell what his sister looked like, he couldn’t even tell if she was like him in the least. Her body gave no shape away, her hooded cloak hid her face.
Huang now looked over to his oldest brother instead and the heir to the Lee household, who was signing him while their mother talked.
‘Are you going to be alright for classes tomorrow?’ Xiao signed to him, his face was filled with doubt and worry. Huang frowned and signed back.
‘I am not worried about classes, It is fine if I miss a day.’ Huang let the little motions of his reach his brother, who sighed in response.
‘I am just worried about you brother, it is not right that mother is sending you on these missions while you are still in the academy…’ His brother stopped as their mother stopped talking. She was done now with her basic information and came down to Huang’s Sister.
“You shall go.” Was all she said as Huang’s sister literally disappeared. It was a technique he knew all the well but was not quite adept at it yet. As mother turned to him, her gaze steely, she motioned for him to rise.
“Remember Huang, Intel only for tonight, you sister will take care of the rest.” She said harshly before turning on her heel, his brother sent him one more sign before he exited, following the Masters of the Lee house.
‘Be careful little brother’
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Leaping through the trees of the Lunaria marshlands was difficult. He had already had to dodge 6, maybe even 7 of the trained assassin’s on the nobles side before he reached the sunken front. Tents we’re set up everywhere, a small encampentment of Noble fighters and captains we’re preparing to parade to the meeting grounds where Legions and Nobles would clash blades and souls together. Huang perched himself on one of the branches over heading the passing group and remained quiet until he was sure there was no presences around leapt down. His body was still aware of anything nearby as he slipped from shadow of trees to shadow of tents. Not a sound could be heard throughout the small camp and in a way Huang thought of this as a serious worry. No camp was left unattended, for either side.
As he tiptoed around, his feet made little sound on the soft dusty ground as he reached a decorated tent. Assuming this belonged to a Captain, he snuck in and surveyed the small home. A desk with papers and quills was crammed in the corner, A cot with luscious rugs, skins and pillows was piled on another side. A large wardrobe cabinet was placed to the side of the desk and was left slight ajar. A Chest at the foot of the bed was closed and locked.
Huang had hit the jackpot in this tent on the first try. Shuffling through the desk, he found letters to other Noble retainers of when to attack, plans to trade between the groups and other such stuff. As he moved to the wardrobe, he was surprised to find women’s clothing. Though women we’re not uncommon on the battlefield, he didn’t think of one to be a captain and to bring such lavish and formal gowns.
He searched the wardrobe carefully, feeling around the wood, knocking on spots that could hold secret compartments before giving up on it. Not even a hint of spare weapons or first aid balms we’re found in the wardrobe. Which left the chest. Pulling out a metal ring with various metal shaped picks, he bent down and played with the locks mechanism, inserting different metal picks in till the lock gave away and opened up to what Huang would now think was the most embarrassing search.
The chest was full of all sorts of what looked like women’s underclothing, scents filled his nostrils as he shuffled though it, bottles of perfume laced the bottom. Letters we’re tucked in the nook of the chest which had Huang pulling them out to read and instantly put them down, Love letters of the very intimate kind. Huang shook his head and put everything back into place, making sure to straighten and muss what was previously like so the room did not seem like it got searched.
Taking one more look around, He tucked the invoices and letters to other nobles in his pocket pouch before exiting the tent. This was his first mistake, Too busy in his searching was he not to hear the return of a small group of three people. One being the Captain of the tent he had just searched. While the other two men of the group went to their respective tents, Huang was trapped in the tent of the captain who he could hear heading his way. Trying to think rationally, he moved to the side where the shadows we’re the strongest and hid.
“Do not forget to check the other tents Aster!” The woman’s voice rang out like a calm bell with authority, she chuckled at the other man’s comment back to her, “It was foolish of our leader to forget to leave members here to guard the camp.” She said entering the tent now. Huang was blinded by the pure beauty and strength of the woman, regal with her long black hair tied into a braid, armor light enough for her delicate frame covered her skin and clothes. As she removed all the pieces of it, Huang timed himself to leave, he could not intrude on this any longer. The woman turned to the wardrobe which Huang was tucked beside and opened the door, Huang only a breaths away. She had beautiful clear glass eyes, the color of moonstones, her skin was to pale, to feminine for what called of this war. She had only slight scars on her arms and forearms, the only way to know she was a fighter.
Huang held his breath as she pulled out a short gown, slipping it on before pausing and sniffing the air. Huang cursed inwardly, His second mistake had been the perfume in the woman’s chest. The scent had laced him as the woman turned to his spot, eyes widening as she saw his shape. Huang moved quickly, leaping to the woman and turning her back to him. His claw weapon fully extended in one hand as he pointed it at her throat while his other hand covered her mouth. She was much smaller than he was but he could feel the muscles of her body, she was a speed unit like himself. He kept her back to his and bent down.
“Do not move, or I will kill you.” Huang didn’t know why he hesitated into killing her, was it because he was stunned by her looks, or because this mission was not for killing. He did not want to waste this woman away. Looking over to the tent flap, He inched his way without letting the woman go. She was glaring at him, thinking of a way to escape Huang knew. If he could just get to the door he was home free.
His third and finally mistake was believing because she was a woman she would shrink away from the threat of death and learned quickly how wrong he was. The woman bent her head back, head-butting Huang's own which loosened his hold on her. She moved quickly out of the way and grabbed her weapon, Small needles that Huang was sure was a projectile, tossing them at him with a lethal throw. He swiped them away with his claw, one made contact into his shoulder. She glared at him.
“An Assassin or Spy sent from the Legions no doubt?” She snickered as she had more needles, projecting them continuously at him. Huang ducked and rolled, grimacing with pain as he burst out of the doors of the tent. The woman was still behind him with a vengeance.
“Aster! Kaolin!” The woman shouted for the other of her group as she chased Huang into the woods. Huang snorted now, for this was the first of his good luck as he moved from shadow to shadow. The woman was following him blindly still. She stopped then as he did, listening for him.
“Where are you Legion Dog?!?!” She threw needles into the thickets of woods aiming at nothing for she didn’t know where Huang was at, “Did you come to kill me? Did you gain the information you needed!?!?" She shouted. Huang would have left but to leave her like this with his face in her mind was dangerous. Leaping down from where he was with a soft thud on the ground, his shoulder bled a little now as the needle he still had in there protruded. He would give this woman what she wanted and be done with her.
“Do not worry why I have come.” Huang whispered behind the woman as he drove his claws into her stomach, fatal he was sure as he aimed for her kidneys. She stared at him with wide glassy eyes as blood trickled down her mouth.
“Coward.” She whispered as her body went limp, blood staining Huang’s hands. She was breathing still as he bent her down to the ground and placed her in a position best to maintain her life. She had been a noble, which justified Huang’s violence to her. So why was it in his heart that he felt he had done something wrong. He grabbed her weapon, the small projectile needles and tucked them away.
“Captain Amaya! CAPTAIN AMAYA?!?!” The men’s voices rang closer to Huang, as he retreated quickly into the woods and watched as the two men found their captain, distressed over the condition of her. The quickly treated her wounds as best as they could before carrying her off, her blood dripped down on the ground. As they got further away, Huang moved to where the blood stained the ground like his hands and felt it. His sin was in the price of this blood and so he would take it with him. The needles sat heavy in his pouch with the letters as he headed home. Mission tonight was a success, he thought pulling out the needle in his shoulder now, as he made his way home, but his memory was haunted by the woman Amaya, Captain of the nobles. And that bothered him, He was used to killing, why would one woman bother him so? He studied the needles again and sent one flying into a tree. It was silent and quick, much more than his gloves. He continued to study the needles even more, an idea forming into is head.
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Posted: Tue Jul 13, 2010 12:40 pm
Reflections on: Solo Battle
Journal Entry -
Hello Journal,
It has been a week since my attack on the nobles, if it could be called an attack. My mother sent me on another mission of Intel of an enemy camp. I dodged the 8 trained assassins through skill, speed and luck, mostly luck. As I enter the camp I had to admit I was a bit surprised. The hovel of a place was covered in an enemy’s tents, noble colors flying high in the camp, among every tent there was at least the flag of the dogs.
Though that wasn’t what surprised me, it was the sheer amount, or lack of I should say of people. Not a single soul had been in the camp when I arrived. Too cocky was what I thought, their 8 assassin’s couldn’t be the guards around the camp. And then it was like I had found good fortune, to be able to walk into a camp so easily, it was if the goddess was shining on me. I quickly made my way through the camp though and chose the more elaborate of the tents.
Again the goddess had smiled on me as I entered the home of a Captain. It was easy to tell; no solider would have such the luxury as this tent was allowed. Rugs, furs and furniture filled the home to the brink. Though it wasn’t till I went through the wardrobe that I realized that not only was this a captain’s room, but a female.
Though I am ashamed journal to write this, but I meticulously searched through her belongings. I pushed through her clothing, destroyed through her chest which not only held her intimates and a collection of letters, the intimate kind. I read through them of course, but quickly put them away. For nothing was in the letters but undying devotion to her lover. I set them back in the chest carefully to preserve the original organization of the chest before I closed it and moved to the desk.
It was there that I found the Intel and information that my mother and father would require. Information on attacks, battle patterns and shipments lay heavy in the forms of letters and receipts. Obviously the captain I searched this room of was well informed of what she was doing and how her master wanted her to move and with what means.
Though it seemed luck had turned against me now, as the said captain and a couple of her units came barreling through the camp. I could hear her shriek to her units to check all the tents for intruders. Had I been spotted by the assassin group circling the place? Or had they found my scent? I had thought the worst as I shuffled the letters away into my pockets before hiding myself into where the shadows reached the furthest of her wardrobe.
I have to admit journal, I was momentarily stunned as the Captain of the Nobles came in. She was gorgeous, with skin pale as the moon and eyes as clear as water. She was fitted into a lightweight armor, fit for her petite but toned body. Even I recognized her, speed based warrior like myself. Around her waist were long needle like sheaths, about a dozen on each side of her waist.
I remained quiet as I could as I watched her move about, she had been laughing when she came in and now her face was serious. My problem was that I made three fatal mistakes in the next encounter. First mistake was that I left my footprints around on the floor, second that I was now covered in her scents from her chest and third, as I grabbed her and made my way to the door, I forgot that she wasn’t just a woman but a trained warrior like myself. She head butted me and called for her goons as I made a quick escape out the door.
Though I was safe then, as I hid myself in the thicket of the woods, she continued to pursue me blindly. I would’ve left her be, but something compelled me to come to her. She called me a coward even though she was the one at the disadvantage. From her long sheaths on her waist she pulled large needle like knives and through them blindly in the air hoping to hit me, a target she couldn’t see.
And then I felt calmness over me. I thought myself rational at that moment as I dropped behind her as quietly as possible, and before she could even turn to face me, I stabbed her in the back, my claws extended through her stomach as I felt her blood rush over my fingers and down my wrist.
Even now I remember her shock on her face. She had gotten me with her needles earlier, in the shoulder, I felt her pain but at the same time didn’t. Whereas she hit me with a surface wound, I had stabbed her through her kidneys in the least. As I laid her to the ground, watching as the light went out of her eyes, I will never forget her serene beautiful face covered in hate.
As I left, I collected her weapons and stashed them before jumping to the shadows of the trees and watched as her two companions, grim faced carried her away after wrapping her wound. I am ashamed to say that I didn’t finish her death quickly; instead she would go in pain and suffering. Jumping down from my spot again, I went to where her blood stained the ground and dipped my fingers in it. It was tradition to bring something from a kill with you and here I carried her blood. It was a constant reminder of what I took from her and what I learned for myself.
With her blood and her weapons something in me begins to form. I had thought my weapon was convenient enough, a claw system that only I could handle but I quickly realize that even with me breaking the lock, the sheaths that held the claw shaped knives we’re digging into my skin. And even then, they didn’t retract fast enough to be able to kill or even hurt without taking a few blows myself.
And so I sat and stared at the woman’s weapons. They were thinner than knives, more like a needle but the size of a longer man’s fingers. They weren’t wide though, small. Meant for throwing. It would be the perfect weapon for far away and even close enough assault. The idea sank into me even more as I shaped my own needles to hers and constantly practiced with them.
My mentor Kade caught me as I was working on the needles and approved greatly. He said that the weapons we’re more suited for a warrior like myself with the training that I have. Pleased, I practiced even harder and became more accustomed to them. I have found that I prefer these much more than my mechanical claws and so I have adapted to using them as a weapon instead.
And now my candle is at the end of its wick. Journal I have shared with you as much as I could for tonight. I will take my leave until next time.
Huang
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Posted: Mon Aug 23, 2010 10:57 am
Reflections on: The Blossoming Road
Journal,
I have news. I am not sure if it is good or bad news and so I will write it here to tell you. I have fallen in love with a pretty maiden by the name of Shin-Mu. She is such a gentle touch in the cold world I thought I knew. Since the death of my friend Yuan, I have not felt the same touch of another until her. Xiao said it was nothing but puppy love but for her, it was the the first time I had ever felt the feelings as I do now.
She played a soft melody for me, it was then that I began to realize just how beautiful she was. I have told only you and Xiao now of these feelings journal. I will expand on them more when I began to realize how I feel.
-Huang
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