I hadn't seen my grandfather now in almost two years, and that's not exactly surprising. I had been wandering the wide land of Gaia for sometime now, keeping my pattern and form erratic. I avoided everything living that could communicate with me. I wanted time to be alone, to deal with everything, to try and figure out what I needed to do now, when I was approached. A man, dressed in black from head too toe, had appeared behind me while I was walking. I hadn't heard him, I hadn't seen him, I couldnt even detect a scent on him.
"My name is Sepheran" he told me with a honorabe bow. "You reside on my property. I've come to see why." His tone held no malice, but I could not see his face, it was hidden by a mask. I placed a hand on the back of my head, which seemed to be a nervous tick, whenever I was put in any sort of conversation where I felt uncomfertable. "I apologize. I did not know this land was owned. My name is Fujiwara." I replied, bowing back in return. "I will collect my things and be on my way."
The man said nothing as he stood there, and unsure of this one, I refused to move as well. Suddenly he turned, speaking up as he did "Please, follow me. It's nearly lunchtime, and I would know more about you." I didn't argue, I was rather hungry that day, and he intrigued me. I followed him, walking slowly as I watched his movements. They flowed naturally like water, yet were seemingly precise, all of them. We walked for about an hour, before appearing at a large dojo, which was hidden in the shadow of a rather large mountain.
"Welcome, to the Cult of Shadows." Sypheran said with a swelling of pride. I was taken aback, literally stepping back, a look of horror on my face. "Excuse me!?" I cried aloud. I did not like the sound of a cult, having came from one, and knowing what they were really about these days. Sypheran laughed and shook his head. "Worry not, we do not worship any dark being, we train in the shadows, becoming the best in stealth operations." I must have looked like I still did not trust what he said, because Sypheran laughed and shrugged. "Suit yourself." he said, taking off his mask, a wide, friendly smile on his face. "I suppose I will have to eat by myself."
He was a young man, and yet his eyes held the light of someone with many years of expierience. Having convinced me I walked inside, where he was greeted by several men and women in various black gear. They bowed to me after he introduced me to his staff, and then led me to a room where we ate some of the finest ramen I had ever tasted. We ate in silence, though I did not find it awkward, but polite. About half way through the meal, Sypheran set hi bowl down and turned to me.
"Fujiwara. I want you to join my operations here."
"My name is Sepheran" he told me with a honorabe bow. "You reside on my property. I've come to see why." His tone held no malice, but I could not see his face, it was hidden by a mask. I placed a hand on the back of my head, which seemed to be a nervous tick, whenever I was put in any sort of conversation where I felt uncomfertable. "I apologize. I did not know this land was owned. My name is Fujiwara." I replied, bowing back in return. "I will collect my things and be on my way."
The man said nothing as he stood there, and unsure of this one, I refused to move as well. Suddenly he turned, speaking up as he did "Please, follow me. It's nearly lunchtime, and I would know more about you." I didn't argue, I was rather hungry that day, and he intrigued me. I followed him, walking slowly as I watched his movements. They flowed naturally like water, yet were seemingly precise, all of them. We walked for about an hour, before appearing at a large dojo, which was hidden in the shadow of a rather large mountain.
"Welcome, to the Cult of Shadows." Sypheran said with a swelling of pride. I was taken aback, literally stepping back, a look of horror on my face. "Excuse me!?" I cried aloud. I did not like the sound of a cult, having came from one, and knowing what they were really about these days. Sypheran laughed and shook his head. "Worry not, we do not worship any dark being, we train in the shadows, becoming the best in stealth operations." I must have looked like I still did not trust what he said, because Sypheran laughed and shrugged. "Suit yourself." he said, taking off his mask, a wide, friendly smile on his face. "I suppose I will have to eat by myself."
He was a young man, and yet his eyes held the light of someone with many years of expierience. Having convinced me I walked inside, where he was greeted by several men and women in various black gear. They bowed to me after he introduced me to his staff, and then led me to a room where we ate some of the finest ramen I had ever tasted. We ate in silence, though I did not find it awkward, but polite. About half way through the meal, Sypheran set hi bowl down and turned to me.
"Fujiwara. I want you to join my operations here."
