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 Posted: Mon May 22, 2006 2:13 pm
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Posted: Mon May 22, 2006 2:37 pm
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Posted: Mon May 22, 2006 2:47 pm
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Posted: Mon May 22, 2006 2:58 pm
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Posted: Tue May 23, 2006 2:14 pm
It all would happen so fast, he now knew the feeling of suffering...he knew what it was like to be mentally tortured as all previous elders did. They all knew it was coming, but they didn't have to know it was coming within weeks...or days even. He breathed deeply as he stood there, his people all stood with their mouths gaped open. They hadn't expected such grave news from their elder's first speec hand it shocked them greatly.
"I am sorry..." He echoed as he turned on his heel and he walked away to the other side of the building, facing the lush and beautifully green forest. A creet running through it like a saphire ribbon and he almost cryed as he slumped to the floor. He was a grown man already, he shouldn't have been, but he was now. He was over six feet tall, when not three days ago he was only four foot three. His hair was grey, when not three days ago it was full of color, and his mind had grown by thousands of years and not three days had past. He was a different man now. But he couldn't help his childish crying, a tear slipped down his cheek as he sat there, head down almost upon his knees.
He breethed deep, he knew how it would all happen, everyone who stayed was going to die. Everyone but him....but why? The reason he did not know. Maybe he had a purpose...maybe he wouldn't die because he was meant to suffer more. He knew the answer would come to him, but whomever this enemy was...whoever came to destroy this place...wanted to scar him, to cut him deeply in the heart and he knew that person would succeed. He almost laughed however as he thought. He knew he wasn't going to die. He had to train and he would stay and fight....if he wouldn't die. He may as well try and stop this from happening, then the rule of phychic came to him...no matter what he saw...it would always happen that way. No matter what.
His head hung loosly and he shook his head. He knew what he had to do, testing the blade of blades with his finger to make sure it was still sharp he felt it slice in and he withdrew the finger as if nothing had happened. "Alright then... I will distribute weapons to those whom decide to stay." He stated, thinking aloud as he looked over to the village, seeing people already packing up and ready to leave. It was a good idea too. For he was learning more and more about this every minute...they only had two days to get as far awa yfrom here as they could. He looked saddened and the phoenix leaned in and it nuzzled his cheek. Damian was only able to give a small smirk to his efforts. "Thanks...." He muttered as he looked at the amazing elder's armory that was here and he smiled as he shook his head, he was going to suit up...it was time for battle in two days and he needed to find the armor he would use.
He walked over to the table and he closed his eyes searching for a vision that could show which helmet he would be whering, tracing his hand ontop of every one of them until it flashed in his mind. He grinned as he looked it over and he picked up the helmet. It was a very decorative helmet, one of pure gold. It was like a normal medeival helmet, though the peice that came inbetween the eyes and guarded the nose formed a trail of fire and then a phoenix at the end of it, spreading it's wings over his nostrils and offering full protection. The top was not just smooth gold it was embroidered with a massive ruby phoenix on the front of it, the wings flowing back halfway around the helmet on either side and in the middle of the helmet was a brush-like furry extremety. He smiled as he placed it over his head to try it on, the look was quite amazing, the first elder to go into battle.
The second peice he would choose was his chest-peice. He again traced his hand over each and every single one of them and he waited for it to flash his head, another made of pure gold. Damian could only smile as he looked it over, tracing his fingers across the patterns. It was a depiction of his village on the ab area and then upon the chest it showed the elder's mansion with the phoenix upon the roof, it's eyes burning brightly with ruby gems. It's winds folded around a man...the elder....him. It was a mighty peice of armor to where into battle, a peice of art, as was the helmet. The next was his gauntlets he would wear...but he chose that gauntlets were not for him and chose to use arm-protection instead. Slabs of (in this case) pure ruby that went upon the lower arm to protect it. He placed one on either side and he grinned as they shimmered from the sun's light.
Then there was the shin protection, though he could have chosen full-armored greaves instead of only shin, he had to abey what he say in the future. He grinned as he picked up the golden slabs and he looked them over, they shimmered and sparkled in the sunlight and upon them was a bunch of diamonds, embedded within them randomly. He smiled as he breathed deeply and he looked at the last thing he needed to get. A sheild. The sheild he needed cought his eyes immediately and he smirked. The edge of the sheild was as sharp as his blade of blades and it was a jagged edge like a saw's. This jagged edge was depicted as fire within the sheild, a brightly decorated phoenix in the center, wings spread out and mouth wide calling out it's war-cry. He grinned as he took it and placed it upon his arm. He drew the blade of blades and he jumped up onto the wall of the mansion and he looked upon the village. "THOSE WHO STAY!!! WE GO TO WAR!!!" He bellowed out, his armor catching the attention of all and leaving them in awe.
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Posted: Fri May 26, 2006 7:20 pm
The sun hit the golden armor and the rubies upon his arms and sent it shimmering, making him look almost like a god wit hhis blade of blades drawn and pointed towards the sky. It inspired most of the men to stay, though they sent their women and children away, they did not want them to be a part of this battle. They walked off towards the horizon as the men stayed behind to be lead by Damian, their elder and their only hope. He stood defiant against this new threat. He hoped he could change the future but doubted it highly. He breathed a heavy sigh as he lept from the top of the mantion, falling towards the ground he hit it and rolled with the hit to the ground, only feeling slight tingleing in his feet.
"You men are the bravest of the brave...and tonight we will be having a feast in honor of the men who will not be here for the after-battle feast." He said with a sad smile. "A grand feast where no peice of food will be left in my larder." He said with a grin, knowing that there would be no man left for the after-battle feast so he may as well not spare any food. None of the men really peiced the two and two together, just raised a mighty cheer for themselves and their comrades. Damian smiled and almost shed a tear for them all. He shook his head as he turned his back to them. "I will tell the cooks now." He said with a grin as he walked into the mansion and came back a few minutes later after informing the cooks whom were left there.
He looked upon all their individual faces and he smiled. "I am not much of a speaker...but....I want to make a speach to you...my loyal followers." He said with a grin. "Some of you haven't realized yet...I am Damian...I am the son of a slayed father. Slayed by my own hand, and the grandson of a previous elder whom has passed on not long ago. I used to be just a kid...not two days ago. I used to be four foot three inches tall and looked like a regular child. I am now six feet one inch tall and am a twenty one year old MAN!" He groweld out with pride. "I will be damned if that can be possible and defending this city is not!!" He yelled out and thrusted his hand into the air, as his hand went up so did all the mens voices. A battle cry ringing out to the skys, defying this attacker.
The rest of the day went out as if it were normal, converesations and jokes being exchanged, trying to make their last moments their best ones. Then came the dinner, Damian gathered them all in and he sat them down. He one smiled brightly as the food was placed for them all. Even the servants and cooks whom were left sat down for their last meals. They all ate hapily and it reminded Damian of a picture he had seen of Jesus' last dinner. He smiled brightly as he let a tear drop. "I'm proud and honored to fight alongside all of you men!" He said with a sad smile.
He looked them all over with a grin as he breathed in deeply, that night it was not easy for them all to fall asleep that night. It was very dificult indeed. They knew in not even 30 hours they could all be dead....only Damian knew...that they all WOULD be dead. He cryed himself to sleep that night and he looked out his window, the horizon was like the purest of evil. It was bringing him the deaths of hundreds of his friends...he closed his eyes...and he waited for hell to arive.
The next morning he arose with a start from a bad dream. Or maybe just a bad premenition. He sighed as he looked out the window to see the sun rising over the horizon, it was a deep crimson red, as if it were mocking the fact that blood would be spilt that day. He just breathed in deeply and he got dressed after washing up. He placed his armor over his clothing and then the sword by his side. He smiled slightly as he opened his door and he walked down the large spiral staircase.
As he walked out of the front doors he noticed that all of the men were still silently laying in their beds, as they should be. He wanted them to be able to have one last good sleep. He smiled slightly as he lept upwards and sprung off of a mindow ledge on a home and propelled himself onto the roof. He stood there and he looked to the horizon. He knew that the man was on his way. He could feel it in his bones that he was getting closer. Though he had not yet reached the horizon, which was at least a twelve hour walk from where they were.
He sat down upon the roof and waited. He waited for several hours in that position, the phoenix upon the mansion roof, standing on the tallest point and looking upon the horizon. It knew it's fate...but it was not afraid. Damian just sighed as he sat there and after those several hours men began to start emerging from their homes in their armor, their weapons at their sides. There were one hundred seventy honorable samurai. This would be a frightening force to trifle with usually...he for some reason was excited to see what was going to be standing up to them.
They all stayed alert yet relaxed for about eight hours, but when it finally reached the stroke of three o' clock, the phoenix gave out a mighty screetch and Damian perked his head up on the rooftop and looked streight to the horizon. He could see it, a red spot upon the horizon, a spot of fire...but why fire already? His eyes widened as he saw it get larger. "MEN!!!" He growled. "WE HAVE NO TIME, HE'S MOVING HERE!!! FAST!!!" He bellowed out. "We have about two minutes until he's here!!" He yelled. "So look lively!" He stated as he began to arrange the warriors in a respectable manor.
The firey down got closer and closer, he was using fire manipulation to jet him forwards. He left a trail of singed trees upon the mountains as he got closer and closer and Damian's eyes narrowed as he got closer. "Alright men, this is the time of our lives that will define them forever, even past our graves. We may not live through this...he will take some lives...but he will never take our honor!!" He yelled, thrusting his sword into the air and then walking forwards, he would be the first in line. The man stopped directly above them and then dropped to the ground and stood there infront of Damian, the men's eyes widened as they looked to the man and they shook their heads. Damian's eyes just narrowed. "How?" He asked, staring into the eyes of his father.
"Oh...a contract or two with the devil kind of sorts things out." The father stated with a wide grin. "So...I see you've grown in size and rank since our last meeting boy." He said with a laugh as he leaned in close. "I am going to make you suffer like never before." He growled as he shook his head and leaned back. His eyes had flame within them, moving burning flame as he whirled around and glared at a home. A crack opened in the earth and an explostion of flames from hell burst forwards and incinerated it. Cracks began to open all over and hellfire explosions continued to erupt, too hot for even the phoenix to control. It glared as it dropped in with a mighty screetch and slashed Damian's father across the face, leaving four large gashes on his face.
Damian shook his head, he watched as his men charged in towards his father and he closed his eyes with shame as he heard the screams in the backround. Everything went slow motion in that moment. He couldn't beleive what had just happened and the tears dripped as it all ended in seconds as the hellfire cracks dissapeared but the flames brighter then any ever conceived stayed, burning the entire village right before his eyes. Then the phoenix went for a swoop down to hit his father and all it met was a man dissapearing with speed and a spire bursting forwards from the ground, the phoenix' eyes widened as it hit the spire and was stabbed through the heart. It let one last cry burst forwards and then the father grabbed the bird and then ripped backwards, sliding out it's soul.
"The soul is very much alive you see...it's just the fact that the soul is not in the body any more, so the entire bird can't die and send your little red-sky signal to the world that the phoenix is dead. You are utterly alone child." He stated with a laugh, that rang out in his ears like a sound of pure evil. "I have to get going, the contract was only for a few hours to kill off this village to exact my revenge!" He growled. "So....have fun...son." He stated, cackling evilly and then blasting into the ground, back down to hell and Damian dropped to his knees, the buildings burning around him. What more was there for him?
There was nothing on this mountain for him anymore. The few women and children of the phoenix clan had dispersed. He was the only man left. The boys and girls whom had gone with the mothers...they would be the ones whom would have to rebuild the tribe and they would have to slect a new elder umongst them. For Damian was no longer there with them. He was the true elder of the clan, though there would be an imposter for the new clan which would be built. He needed to seek out his old friends. He had not seen them in so long...it was time that he did. It had been a couple of months since he saw the face of a woman he could still remember....Takara. He grinned as he thought of the name and he nodded. Those few friends....they were all he had left now.
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