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Legendary Orbs: Chapter one
Chapter one: Peace disrupted
"He's the one, the elder said so.". A middle aged man, with short black hair, and kind blue eyes said to his wife. She smiled, and hugged her husband. They were in the kitchen of their house.
"Oh, Henry, when are we gonna tell him?". Henry was a simple man. He ran the local shop in town, where many goods would be sold, such as food and weapons. He worked ten hours a day there, and came home to his wife, Eleanette, and young son, Dysis. Today was one year after the village elder turned sixty. Once the elder turned sixty, a year after that, a successor to the village leadership would be chosen. The candidates were the young boys and girls of the village. Dyss was one of them. Henry was a proud father of Dysis. Dysis showed much potential to be the village's leader once he entered school, excelling in all of his classes. He would study hard, like any father wanted their son to do. He not only shined in academics, but also in combat. The village would have a monthly fighting tournament, where the combatants would fight with kendo sticks, since using swords was too dangerous, and the goal of the tournament was to provide entertainment, without murder.
There were three seperate tournaments. One was for the thirteen to fifteen year olds, one was for the sixteen to twenty year olds, and one was for the twenty-one year olds and above. Dysis made it to the final round of the tournament for the youngest of the villagers, but lost. To win, you have to make your opponent give up, or hurt them to the point where they can no longer continue. Dysis was beaten to the point where he was un-fit to continue. But, the next year, he conquered the tournament, gaining much praise over his fellow villagers, and being seen as a likely candidate for village successor in the coming years. After this victory, Dysis, at fourteen years old, requested that he be put in the second youngest bracket. At first, he was denied. But he went there, every day, for two weeks, requesting the same thing, until the leader granted his wish. In the next tournament, Dysis made it to the final round, and fought to a draw.
Dysis continued gaining praise, respect, and admiration from his fellow villagers. The Niffin Village numbered around two hundred people. All of them were impressed by Dysis' combat skills. One of the deciding factors of the successor being chosen was how they handled themselves in combat. The village leaders were usually firm believers that winners of the tournaments weren't just winners by being skilled, but by also having heart, skill, and determination. All of these were qualities that the leader saw as a requirement to be the successor. It seemed inevitable that he would be the successor. Most expected him to be chosen, and, they were right.
Dysis was just entering his house, anticipating good news from his father. Before he had a chance to open the front door, he heard someone call out to him. "Hey, Dysis!". Dysis turned around. "Hey, Ren.". He smiled at the younger girl. Ren was much younger than Dysis. She looked up at him. "I just wanted to say good luck today.". Dysis nodded his head and smiled at her again. "Thanks, Ren.". Dysis opened his front door, and walked to his room. He entered it and shut the door, sighing nervously.
Dysis' parents heard the shutting of a door, and went to his room. Before opening the door, Henry spoke.
"No, not yet, we'll wait until noon to tell him.". Henry smiled at his wife. Eleanette was a short woman. Her long, straight black hair went down, almost to her waist. She had engaging green eyes. Engaging, and peaceful. She and her husband lived her lives in this village mostly in peace, save for the occasional bandits or robbers that would very rarely attempt a theft. She had never witnessed bloodshed, and never thought she would.
The tradition was that on the day the sucessor would be chosen, the fathers would gather around the village leader, and then the father of the boy or girl who was chosen, would be called upon. Dysis heard his parents talking, and he smiled. He knew he was chosen.
Dysis was seen by most as an attractive young man. He had shoulder-length black hair, and blue eyes. He stood at 5"10 and was in shape. He could have a girlfriend, if he really wanted to, but he chose to hold off on that, and chose to concentrate on his studies and other things that he saw as more important. Many saw this as admirable. He looked around his room, thinking that it's too simple for the future leader of the Niffin Village. His walls were white, with just a wooden desk placed near his door. Just a bed, and a desk He wanted more, now that he was the successor. He felt he deserved more than just this simple room, this simple house.
Dysis was startled by a loud scream. His heart began to race. Not often would he hear a scream, especially one that, although didn't directly say it, begged for help. Dysis looked out his small bedroom window, and saw a young woman lying on the ground. He gasped, noticing an arrow lodged in her head. He saw several of the villagers standing beside her, looking shocked, and saddened at the same time. He quickly bent down, and reached his hand under his bed. He grabbed out his sheathed sword .He pulled it out, and ran out of his bedroom. His parents were nowhere to be found. His head began to fill with thoughts. What if they were killed, much like the woman he saw lying on the ground. He didn't even know her, really.
Her face was familiar, but he hardly had spoken a word to her. A small dosage of guilt ran through him. He gripped the handle of his sword tightly, and slowly approached his front door. He placed his hand on the knob, twisting it slightly, and pushing on it lightly, just enough so he could look outside, without exposing himself to the danger outside. He was ignorant of what was outside, and wanted to be cautious, instead of rushing out like a foolish madman. He heard more screaming. This time, it sounded like it was coming from the house across from his.
He quickly ran out the door, and approached the dead body of the woman he saw earlier. There was nobody gathered around her, like he saw before. Dysis saw this as a bad sign. He made haste to the house across from his, and walked inside, as the door was wide open. He gripped his sword, both anxious, and afraid. He came across a dead body of a young boy. He saw he wasn't breathing, and he kneeled down, his eyes drawn to the poor boy's corpse. Who would do something like this? He wondered. He ran out of the house, scanning the area for anything at all. He saw more dead bodies. Four bodies, all next to eachother, each had an arrow going through their heart. Dysis grew angry, seeing more of his fellow villagers struck down.
He saw a man he hadn't seen before, right outside the door of his house. Dysis looked at him, frightened .He saw a man in a black cloak. A bow in hand, and bolts attached to his side. On his other side was a sword. It struck him as odd that he would wear a black cloak like the one he was wearing. Dysis thought. He had no idea who this man was. Was he a villager himself? Maybe, he thought.
His first instinct was to strike him, but he listened to his head, and realized that he shouldn't yet. He crouched down and went around his house, trying to sneak past him. He entered the back door of his house, and ran down the hall. He opened the door to his right, and looked around. He saw nothing. He turned, and looked in the door behind him. He heard a hoise, and slowly opened it. He saw two bodies on the floor, surrounded by a pool of blood. His parents. His mother's throat was slashed, and his father had an arrow in his stomach. Dysis gasped. He stood there, frozen in terror. He moved towards his parents bodies, and kneeled down next to them. He took his father's hand in his. He sighed. A slight sigh of relief. His father was alive. Dysis pulled out the arrow in his stomach, and his father coughed loudly, hacking up blood.
"Dysis...leave." He continued hacking up blood. "Please, son. Leave."
Dysis spoke. "I can't." Tears began to form in Dysis' eyes.
"You have to. Go..." His eyes started to close as he stopped speaking. Dysis hugged his father and watched his eyes close. He looked at his mother. Her throat had been slashed. Tears started to flow down his face, and he gripped his sword. He walked out of his house with his eyes set on the man he saw before entering. Dysis said nothing, and charged at him, running as fast as he can. He raised his sword in the air, then swung it at the man. He quickly un-sheathed his sword, and hit the hilt of Dysis' sword. It flew out of his hand, stabbing the ground.
"Your parents...they are gone from this world. I killed them. Your father..he saw me take your poor mother, and slash her throat. I saw tears form in his eyes. A pathetic sight. I almost wanted to make him suffer for that, but I couldn't wait to kill the rest of you fools off. Now, you're the last remaining one. If you charge me again, I will kill you." He turned away, and Dysis charged him.
"WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS?" Dysis jumped, and, with two hands, aimed his sword at the man's back. He quickly turned around, his sword in hand, and swung it at Dysis' sword, knocking him to the ground.
"Good. I see you're not afraid to die.". Dysis got up once again, sword in hand. Anger filled his veins. Anger, sadness, and a feeling of weakness. He saw the man just calmly walking away. Walking away like nothing ever happened. Like nothing is wrong. Something was wrong. Not to this man shrouded in a cloak, but to Dysis. Dysis ran as fast as he could, running past the man, raising his sword as if to strike, and then he stopped, directly infrtont of the man.
"I threatened you with death, which you know I'm capable of granting you, and you still make an effort to try and strike me down."
The man chuckled. "You're a brave kid." The man suddenly appeared behind Dysis, almost as if he teleported. Dysis knew he didn't, because he heard his footsteps. Dysis turned around, and raised his sword. Before he could bring it down on the man, his forehead was met with the hilt of the man's blade, and he fell down to the ground, dropping his sword. He heard the sound of his sword hitting the ground, then he saw darkness.
Dysis grunted, feeling a pain in his back as he heard himself hit the ground. He opened his eyes, and looked around. Two men stood near him, inside of a small, dirty looking wooden house. Dysis opened his eyes. One of them spoke, the larger of the two. He was a big bald man, very tall, and very muscular. His eyes were dark. Dark, with hated, fear, sadness, Dysis thought. Dysis had an eye for detail, and would often pay attention or notice things that the average person wouldn't notice at first. Dysis didn't pay much attention to the other man. He had the feeling that the other man wasn't important, and that the bald man would come to be of some importance. Dysis took notice of the scars on this man's body. He had one on his upper right arm, one on his left hand, and one below his eye.
"I'll wake him up." The larger man grabbed a bucket of water, and held it over Dysis' face.
"No, no, I'm already up. When you dropped me on the ground, I regained consciousness. Couldn't you have just set me down lightly?". The large man held out his hand and Dysis took it. He pulled Dysis to his feet.
"I'm Gorlon. And, my friend here is Elyle.".
Elyle spoke. "A local townsman, Solomon, brought you here. He was on a visit to your village. He is in the house next door. Please, go visit him.
Dysis was filled with confusion. He wasn't sure what to do. He obviously knew to go next door. But, him being brought here wasn't that important to him. Dysis wanted revenge.
"I don't know you. I don't know any of you people.". Dysis voice grew angrier. "My entire village was killed."
"Yes, we know. Solomon told us." Gorlon said.
Elyle chuckled. "I find it most interesting that you are the only one out of your village alive." A grin formed on Elyle's face.
"What're you saying?". Dysis asked.
"I'm saying that...perhaps maybe...you killed off your own village.". Less than a second after Elyle said that, Dysis fist slammed into his face, causing him to fall back and hit the ground. Dysis looked at him, noticing the hateful look in his eyes. Dysis was about to leave the cabin, but he felt his shoulder being grabbed. "Don't do that again.". Gorlon said, with a hostile tone. He let go of Dysis. Dysis said nothing, and exited the cabin.
He figured he might as well go next door, and see Solomon. So he did just that. He knocked on the door, and moments later, it opened up. A man opened up, with dark, brooding eyes and long grey hair. He was wearing a black robe. He was tall, and looked to be in his forties. Dysis felt a strange feeling about him. He had a strange feeling about Gorlon, but the one about Solomon was different. Maybe these strange feelings were just him being naturally cautious. Maybe they meant something. Dysis wasn't sure.
"Hello." Solomon said. He only said one word, but, this sent a chill down Dysis' spine.
"Hello...I'm Dysis." Dysis spoke, now un-sure of what else to say.
After a short silence, Solomon spoke again. "Come in. No need to be nervous." Solomon chuckled a little. Dysis entered his house, and looked around. He took notice of the many swords hung up on the wall in front of him, as well as a couple bows. Below them was a glass case, and inside it was a book, with handwriting on the front that Dysis couldn't understand. Dysis continued looking around. The house was very clean. A large bookshelf caught his eye, with dozens and dozens of books on it, all with weird symbols. This all increased the strange feeling that Dysis was struck by. His first impression of Solomon was that he was an eery fellow.
"Sit." Solomon said. Dysis sat down, and Solomon did, as well.
"I heard, from Elyle, that you brought me here. Why here?" Dysis asked.
"Why not here?" Solomon responded, as if to point out the flaw in Dysis' question. "You have much to learn, Dysis."
"Only one thing interests me at the moment: Finding the man responsible for killing my parents." Dysis said, in a noticably hostile tone.
"At the moment, yes. But, if you listen to what I have to say, then I guarantee you that you will soon have a change of heart." Solomon said. "There is a man, who goes by the name of Itruss Ethinot."
"What about him?" Dysis asked, now slightly curious.
"I have been tracking him for months now. He's killed over a hundred people, and with his last attempt at taking life, he doubled that number." Solomon was interrupted.
"What're you getting at?" Dysis' curiousity was now replaced by impatience.
"He is the one who killed your village." Solomon said.
"Where is he?! Tell me!" Dysis grew angry, not wanting to wait a second more for this information.
"I don't know where he is. I'm sure you were told by Gorlon and Elyle that I was on a visit to your village. That is true. I was tracking him down. I followed him to your village. I arrived after the attack was done. I confronted him, but..." Solomon stopped.
"What?" Dysis said.
"He flew away." Solmon realized that what he was saying sounded like a joke.
"I don't have time for this." Dysis stood up. "I don't have time for...whatever this is. I can look for this man myself. I appreciate you bringing me out of my village, to here, but, that's as far as I will be involved with y--." Dysis was cut off.
"You don't have time? Do not fool yourself. You are going to spend a long time looking for this man before you find him, unless you learn to let me help you. I implore you to stay here in my house. You can sleep upstairs." Solomon's tone was an impatient one.
"What do you get out of it?" Dysis didn't really trust this man, and had no leads on where the man who murdered his village would be. He realized he had no other choice but to go along with this.
"I'll tell you more tommorow. You will need a horse. Outside of this town, there is a stable. Go and tell the man there that I said you could take a horse. He will give you a horse free of charge."
"Okay." Dysis was mostly apathetic to Solomon's help. He didn't know how exactly Solomon would help him. Part of him didn't believe him about the flying man, but, then again, part of him did believe what Solomon said was true. Dysis left his house, and saw a stable up ahead, just out of town. Dysis had a lot of thoughts running through his head at the moment. He wondered, assuming Solomon was lying, why he would lie. Dysis wondered what he was going to be told tommorow. He figured that Solomon knows a lot.
He decided not to leave yet. He didn't trust Solomon, and for good reason. Dysis saw an elderly man. He was sitting on the steps of his front porch. Dysis decided it would be best to try and learn all he can about Solomon, before going back there. Dysis approached him.
"Hello." Dysis said.
"Hello there. Aren't you the young lad that came from Niffin Village?" The elderly man stood up and offered his hand. Dysis nodded, and shook it. "So, there must be some reason you came over here to talk to me." The man smiled.
"I have a question. The gray haired man in that house over there; Solomon. What can you tell me about him?" Dysis, like many others would, figured that trusting a strange man who talked about a flying man, was ridiculous. Asking around about him seemed like a good plan, since he got the feeling that he wasn't being truthful with him.
"Ah, well, not much to say about him. He keeps to himself, from what I can tell. I don't think he has many friends." He paused, and scratched his head. "I think he prefers it that way, actually. Anything else you need help with, lad?" Dysis nodded his head sideways.
"No, sir. Thank you. You've been helpful." Dysis thought that he should go and get his horse at the stable now. Up ahead, he saw a sign that said, "Exit of Drundale.". Above the sign, he saw an arrow pointing to the right had, "Beach", an arrow pointing to the left that said, "Malello Village", an arrow pointing ahead that said, "Mitt's Stables", and an arrow pointing behind him that said, "Alavar Forest". Dysis walked towards the stables, but heard a noise that prompted him to stop. He looked around, and kept walking. He heard the sound of footsteps rushing up behind him. He turned around, and was tackled by a familiar looking man. Dysis hit the ground, and looked up. He saw his attacker was Elyle. Dysis coughed and rolled on the ground. He felt a sharp pain in his stomach. Elyle was small, but he was fast and could pack a decent punch. Dysis tried to get up, but was met with a kick to the face.
"You...you humiliated me! You will pay for that!" Elyle un-sheathed his sword, and stepped back. He waited for Dysis to get up, who un-sheathed his sword, as well. Elyle charged Dysis and swung down at him, but Dysis sidestepped and kicked Elyle's hand, causing his sword to fly out of his hand. He scrambled to get it, but Dysis pointed his sword at his throat.
"It's over." A wicked smile formed upon Elyle's face. He quickly reached into his pocket and pulled out a knife. Before Dysis had time to react, he threw it at him. Dysis fell to the ground in pain, the knife impaled in his stomach. Elyle laughed loudly and began to run off. Dysis stuck his sword in the ground, and used it to help himself stand up. He began to cough, blood coming out of his mouth. He stumbled towards Elyle, who was now too far ahead of him, and he collapsed.
Last edited by chunkyleechong : 05-19-2007 at 10:32 PM.
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